Most definitely the morning is my favourite time of day. Between five and six am when it’s just me, my coffee, my candles and my thoughts.
Now that summer is winding down and it’s no longer daylight at four am, I’m back to lighting candles in the morning and dipping my toes into the hygge way of living.
I need to also get back into meditating. Some days a few deep breaths will suffice. I can hear geese overhead right now, making their way back to the south for winter.
Starting my day alone and in peace and quiet is necessary for me, I’m not exactly sure when this started happening though and I didn’t always begin my day this way.
I think maybe when I started choosing how I wanted to live my life rather than letting myself be pulled around in every direction to suit the needs of others, that’s when this came to be.
Or maybe it’s just anxiety.
So now that I’ve said my favourite time of day is when I’m alone, I don’t mean to say that I prefer to not be around my family. That’s not it at all. It’s just that once everyone else is awake, the day becomes a bit more chaotic and it’s hard to put my thumb on one particular part of the day that I favour.
I’ve talked a few times about loving my slow mornings with my son, Sid. We did that all summer long and will continue to linger in bed and be lazy on weekends. I know this time with him while he’s so small is precious and goes by way too fast.
I don’t see my twenty-three year old until after lunch on weekends yet it seems like yesterday she was just three years old and started her days glued to my side.
Mornings are fresh; fresh starts, fresh air and fresh ideas. I can make a million plans or I can make no plans. I’m very grateful for that.
Sometimes I make a million plans and end up accomplishing none of them too. Oh well.
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