As a teen the early morning hours were a time I desperately tried to avoid. Mum often dragging me from my slumber with barely enough time to get to school.
In my early twenties the wee hours were for stumbling home, finally climbing into bed after dancing until dawn.
Then came my career days, an exhausted retail manager hitting the snooze button and grabbing breakfast on the way to work.
Eventually my babies arrived and I was witnessing night become day with a snuggly bundle at my breast, and a warm glow in my heart.
It was during these months, and in fact years, I developed an appreciation for the still of the morning. The delicious anticipation as a new day gently broke.
I would watch the final twinkle as the street lights disappeared and the birds began their chorus.
Admiring the golden light gently seeping in under the door, filling our home with a radiant warmth and the opportunity to create a fresh beginning.
My babies have grown now, they sleep a little longer.
This precious golden space is now time to be alone.
Time to pause,
Time to think,
Time to connect with how I am feeling,
Time to listen to my desires,
Time to set my intention for the day.
Time to create, to write, to journal my thoughts,
Time to sit and to breathe,
Time to be grateful,
Time for me.
In a world that explodes each day with overwhelming opportunities, incessant demands and tempting offers this is precious time.
Set the alarm 10 minutes early, leave the snooze button alone and claim this glorious space as your own.
This is your day decide how fabulously you want to live it.
I am curious how do you start your day?