Morning's Here

The break of dawn on January 2019, the day my best friend got married

What’s not to love with mornings? They’re peaceful and calm. It’s like a few hours to escape the hustle and bustle of life. Although during these times, what hustle and bustle are we talking about when we’re in the comfort of our homes during the lockdown? I acknowledge this from a stature of privilege, of course.

However, even in “normal” times, I like being up early in the wee hours of the morning and getting some work done. I say work but they seem nothing like it to me, at least. I wake up, I whip myself a cup of coffee (or sometimes tea), I sit and read my book, or write in my journal or in today’s case, a spontaneous blog entry.

In “normal” times, at this hour, I would already be scrambling to get myself a ride to work to make it there just in time. I say “just in time” but by other people’s standards, it would be an hour before I officially start work.

It is preferable to give myself ample time to calm down and relax; probably get into a conversation with one of my favorite people in the world, maybe even two of ‘em, before starting the day. 

The morning sun will rise and people start coming in. When that time comes, I’m already settled in. Just when the world is about to wake up from their 7am coffee, I get to slowly “finish” my day around 10am. That’s when I start to slow down.

I like this routine. I get things done right before the world even wakes up. I like how “salungat” (opposite) my hours are. And even during these “unusual” times, I’d like to keep it that way. Except now, I’m grateful for longer “peaceful” hours. 

What’s not to love with mornings?