As far back as I can remember, I’ve been a night owl. If I could choose my own schedule, I would sleep from two am to ten am. But, as with most people, I don’t have the luxury of making my own schedule. Work, kids, family, appointments, etc. all join forces to make sure I don’t do what my body naturally wants to do. I’m OK with that, it’s just how life is.
As a natural-born night owl, I have always resented having to get up early in the morning. Recently, however, I discovered the pleasure of having about thirty minutes to myself in the morning before everyone else has to get up and get ready for their day. There’s just something wonderful and rare during this time- I believe it’s called silence.
I swear, my coffee tastes even better when it is sipped in the stillness of the early morning.
I’m certain that one day, I will miss the noise of my children getting ready for school, arguing with each other, and asking me where their shoes are. But, for now, I’ll appreciate these silent moments. They don’t last long, but they are golden.