Morning or night person? Which one do you identify with?
I’ve always regarded myself as a night person. Recently though, I realized it is the act of getting out of bed that is the most difficult. Once this (excruciating) task is accomplished, I quietly go about my morning until my first cup of tea or coffee. The knowledge that I will consume some sort of caffeinated beverage soon is what motivates me to get out of bed. Indeed, I am the stereotypical, highly caffeinated mama, trying to get as many things done while her children eat breakfast.
This morning though, my routine went off course. While multitasking, I knocked a clean saucepan off the counter and into the open dishwasher. The saucepan fell onto my French press beaker glass, breaking it into pieces which then went all over the clean dishes. It was not a good start to a morning that came too early. It is the reason that this post is up later than planned.
Otherwise though, the day has been beautiful (not to mention having an excuse to treat my daughter and myself to a trip to a café). I think if I had broken the beaker in the evening there may have been some tears on my behalf. I’m realizing mornings are joyful and a time where I can focus and move on if needed. They are filled with promise and that is what I chose to pursue moving forward.