I am one of those people who likes mornings. I know. It’s practically criminal. I’m not obnoxious about it by any means – it’s not like I spring out of bed and burst into song. (Unless it’s Christmas, in which case springing and singing are both par for the course.) There is almost always groaning and reluctance involved in traversing my room to reach the alarm and an overwhelming temptation to go back to bed and sleep for another few minutes. However, I never regret getting up early once I’m actually upright, and such was the case yesterday morning.
One of my favorite parts of summer is being able to get up extra early and go for a walk when it’s so nice and light and quiet outside. And even though it feels like a fate worse than death to set a weekend alarm earlier than a weekday alarm, that’s what I did. I put the sun- in Sunday and set my alarm for an unmentionable hour so I could be outside when the sun was rising.
It was, and always is, so worth it.
While I was walking I never once wished that I was back in bed instead. I was so glad that I made the effort to get up and do something I love.
I’m finding it’s like that with life in general. The things I don’t want to do (get out of bed pre-dawn) yield the things I want most (quiet moments, heartfelt prayers, beauty on overload). The things that feel worst at the outset (making the trek from bed to alarm) feel best at the end (coming home filled-up when I’d usually just be waking up).
Have you experienced this? What’s the best thing you did this weekend?