Early Morning Moments
I love waking up early in the morning. Boiling water in my favorite orange tea kettle. Tippy toeing to reach the shelf that holds the tea and turmeric. Slicing a lemon. Listening to the kettle sing and enjoying how pretty it looks when all ingredients blend together in that swirl of steamy water. I feel the anticipation of savoring this treat.
Rituals like this are decadent to me.
In the early morning I feel like the world is mine. Like the birds are singing for my entertainment. Watching the sun come up and hearing the neighborhood wake up around me—it’s like church.
It’s in these moments I am brave enough to believe I really can do that thing I’ve been daring myself to do.
I don’t know if it’s age and time, but I’m no longer allowing my procrastination to define me. I still procrastinate. But instead of the heavy dose of guilt I used to heap upon my shoulders, I remind myself that I can start again right here. Perhaps every day should be that way. Start over every morning, anew. I like that.
“Our competition isn’t against others. It’s against procrastination. Our ego. The unhealthy food we eat. The knowledge and growth and learning we neglect. The negative behavior we nurture. I want to compete against that.”
What could today look like—as well as tomorrow and the next—if I woke up every morning starting again. Instead of judging myself for what I chose to do yesterday; rather, thinking about the little things I can do day-by-day to feel this same euphoria. It’s these little moments that when we cherish and pursue them—as we would a lover—we can turn around and see how much we’ve grown. How far we’ve come. How happy we are. ❤