>Mornings

>For all those people who say they hate mornings, I found out why. It is because you have yet to discover the joy of coffee and sunshine. I have, my entire life, hated on mornings with all that I am, and I always dreaded its much too rapid arrival. I had no problems staying up until the morning, but I hated having to endure morning's blaze after sleeping. It meant the end of my dreams, the conclusion of my nightly relaxation, the beginning of a hellacious day that would surely sap my joy.

I'm different now though, and I'll tell you why.

It's a combination of everything I've been talking about for a while now... slowing down, becoming intricately involved in the moments of the day and seeing beauty in everything that crosses my path. Now morning holds an entirely new meaning: yes, sleep is fantastic, but with the morning dawns entirely new possibilities and an entirely different sort of dream than the ones in the dark. A better sort of dream. One that actually happens.

I wake up (usually after the third of three alarms... I said I like mornings, not that they're easy to wake up for haha) and open up the blinds in my room, pouring light into the darkness like the coffee I pour into my cup.

I taste my first morning air as I walk outside to get the paper, so that I can give my most valiant effort at completing the crossword puzzle before I head off to begin my day. I honestly cannot think of a more relaxing time than waking up two or so hours before the first thing you have to do. Sure you're tired for the first 15 or so minutes, but that is the reason God invented coffee. To fix the problem of mornings being too easy to miss because of sleep.

Challenge for today: Wake up tomorrow two hours before you have to leave. Drink coffee, or diet coke, or sweet tea, or water, or whatever it is that gets you up, do something that stimulates your brain (writing, crossword puzzles, something of the sort) and tell me that your day isn't better. It makes all that stress you have disappear.

Hamilton Barber

The subject of this page is an introverted writer/musician/lunatic from Chattanooga, TN who dabbles in lexical dexterity, unorthodox thoughts on prosperity, and being overwhelmingly undeserving of the privilege of waking up every day. He hopes that everybody who reads these words takes them to heart and leaps higher than he ever could. He reads, thinks, and speaks too much; he listens, works, and loves too little; and he says “I” entirely too often. The words on these pages are not his: they are the words that were given to him.