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Mornings

It's just after 6:00 and I've been awake for a little over an hour. To be clear, I'm not a morning person. Never have been. I've struggled my whole life to get out of bed early enough to make it to work on time - hitting the snooze button repeatedly, and lying semi-comatose in bed until husband delivers coffee.

Fortunately, that seems to be changing as I age. Maybe because I generally go to sleep earlier than I used to. But mostly I think because I've come to appreciate how clear and peaceful my thoughts are at this time of day - comparatively speaking anyway - so I'm less inclined to go back to sleep when I awaken early. When I'm home in the country, there's the additional pleasure of being enthusiastically greeted by the critters.

I've long suspected my aversion to mornings had more to do with how I felt about work than mornings themselves since I've always been more inclined to get up early on weekends and holidays. I'm hoping that means I'll be more of a lark once I've retired. I love the idea of starting my day at sunrise, coffee and journal in hand, then taking puppy for a long walk. 

The challenge will be to avoid being immediately caught up in household activities since Husband's tendency is to get busy as soon as his feet touch the floor. Of course, that too may change when I retire since much of that busyness is a function of helping me get out the door on time. It would be great if we could both start our days a little more gently. 

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  1. Keith21 September 2018 at 07:40

    Starting your days more gently in retirement is a great idea. There are lots of days I'm up and at it early even if there is no alarm clock. There are a few days where I just lie there enjoying being snuggled in. I've never understood the point snooze button.

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