Mr. G is not a morning person. In fact, I purposely stay out of his way until he’s at least had his morning coffee…. because if I don’t, there will be drama.
Because I am a morning person, you see. Or at least I have become one through habits, routines and a change in mindset.
I usually wake up and feel excited to see, do, achieve.
Maybe I’m just a workaholic. A workaholic who enjoys mornings.
Yet, as ‘annoyingly loud and energetic’ as I apparently can be in the early hours, I do have my off-days. Especially at this time of year, when the mornings are icy cold and charcoal black.
When I do have mornings like this, it helps me to remember that waking up as I have today wasn’t guaranteed; that I don’t have an infinite supply of mornings.
In fact, the average person – if they’re lucky – has 30,000 mornings in their lives.
Remembering this, helps me to re-focus. It reminds me to be grateful for the morning, as cold and dark as it might be.
On those days, when your mind instantly goes to what you don’t have/don’t want, remind yourself of how fortunate you are to have this gift of another morning. For 150,000 people around the world, this morning will be their last.
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