How I’m Forcing Myself Into Becoming a Morning Person

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Mornings and I do not get along.  We’ve had this dysfunctional relationship for quite sometime.  I feel beat up, cannot shake the tiredness, and have to talk and negotiate my way out from under the covers every single morning. My sleep meter never gets filled, and I pout about it through the morning routine.

My dad, on the other hand,  leaps out of bed.  He’s perky from the get-go, and doesn’t understand why anyone would chose to be otherwise.  I remember many of mornings that he would wake me before my alarm would go off, claiming it was past-time for me to rise, and poke fun at me before I could even put two feet in front of the other. I don’t have an ounce of his morning perk in my blood – something must have gotten switched at the DNA factory.

Regardless, I’m tackling the mornings hopefully for good. After having some time away from the boys while they went to Bible school with grandma, I realized I had been missing some quiet time that the introvert in me needs to function. My life was starting to be one giant loud rush from sun-up to sun-down.

I needed to have a fresh beginning to my day, instead of a shot gun start. {Probably a no-brainer – but I’m a slow learner on this parenting ride.}  I need time to reflect, read my Bible, get a shower, plan out the day, start a load of laundry, say good morning to my best friend who shares my bed, and EAT something.

And you know what? I’m loving these quiet mornings. Orange juice, my Bible, and the sounds of the world waking up is a beautiful symphony.  I’m joining some girls who are committed to reading the Bible each day at #SheReadsTruth, and it’s such an encouragement to my heart. I’ve been journaling consistently  for the first time in years, and I love chatting through what I’m processing together with Brad.

And instead of waking up to the sounds of chatter and complaints, I’ve been able to enjoy quiet moments with the first Little(s) who wakes up first. This morning Henry and I had a little chat over pulling weeds and watching ants carry mulch. I’m appreciating the way they wake up each morning – their tired little voices, sleepy eyes, warm skin, and shy smiles.

It’s still going to be a struggle to get myself on the exclusive morning person list, but the good is going to outweigh the bad. I’m sure of it.

How about YOU?  Are you a morning person by default or do you wrestle with the alarm clock? How do you make mornings work for you?