First, let me qualify my definition of “Morning Person”. Since I retired in November 2020 — I have not set my alarm clock. Not once. Mornings that used to begin at 5 AM led me to hate everything about Mornings. For decades. But since I have been able to simply wake up when my body was ready to begin the day — I have found I truly enjoy Mornings.
I love the quiet of this time of day. I sip my coffee now, instead of throwing it back like it was medicine. Savoring every swallow of the Magical Brew. I sit at my kitchen bar — writing a bit on most days as I listen to songbirds call to each other from my bird feeders.
I never dreamed that I would enjoy waking up each morning. In fact, when asked what my plans for retirement were I would simply answer, “Sleep.” Because after over twenty-five years of being a nurse — I was tired. Bone tired.
It’s taken a few months to settle into My New Life as a free agent. But as I wake each morning to the sun streaming in my bedroom windows — I start the day with a prayer of gratitude.
For My Breath. For My Peace. For My Life.