I love mornings more than any other part of the day. I love the cozy quiet punctuated by the purposeful sounds of people getting ready; I love the brightening sky; I love the taste of warm, sweet coffee; I love the touch of cool air when I pad out in bare feet to get the paper; I love checking my inbox for the overnight delivery of email; I love that everything is possible before the day unfolds.
The only trouble is that I cannot, no matter how hard I try, cram all my day into the morning. Every "good for me" thing competes for precious morning hours---writing, exercise, clear thinking, planning, and yes, eating, because I'm always hungry in the AM. Then, when afternoon comes, anything I haven't managed to complete has to deal with grouchy, sloppy, lazy, junk-food craving, not-morning me.
So, I've decided to have TWO mornings. (I can hear you laughing. It's okay. My husband was mightly amused when I announced this plan.)
Every day, I'm going to re-boot right after lunch. Take a mini ten-minute nap, drink a large tea latte, and pretend it's morning all over again.
I'll let you know how my manipulation of the time-space continuum goes. Any donation of morning hours from you night owls would be much appreciated.
