morning folk ๐
quite unabashedly, i am a morning person. it is morning now, and despite being up until midnight drinking gin and tonics with friends, i was up just before the sun had cast a single ray of light upon the forest in which i live.
strangely, i've always been a morning person, even as a child. it has suited me well. when i was young, the extra time being a morning person felt like secret time. to this day, it still feels like a secret. it is truly my own time. the great exception to this was when i was teaching (for about a decade!), then this time was never extra or secret, as it became my students' time. but i stepped away from teaching a few years back, and have since reclaimed the morning. so what do i even do with my secret little mornings?
i read, write, think, or get a head start on daily chores. sometimes i just watch the birds come into the garden and play on the branches of the trees. sometimes i'll feed the cat early, walk the dog, drink coffee, write friends emails, draft weblogs, or busy myself in my little print studio (taller cero).
if it is busy at work, maybe i will get a head start? but i try not to. i try to save this time as meditative and slow. partially productive sometimes, but overall and most days it is just private time to enjoy myself and my own company.
my partner ain't a morning person. she saws logs long into the late morning. it suits her and it suits me. we both have our extra time to rest and dream, only i am doing mine with my eyes open.
by the time have now just finished writing this, the sun has finally come up. i will make myself a coffee, put on my headphones, and watch something silly to get sunday started on the right foot.
good morning y'all โ๐ณ. have a great end to your weekends!