Ahhh, my early morning view from the table of a local Starbucks.
It’s rare that I sleep in or get up after, say, 7 a.m. This is true even on my days off. This morning I was up and out the door at around 5:30 a.m. For decades now I’ve been getting up at zero dark thirty for work and the habit has become too ingrained in my soul to break, at least for now. And the truth is I love the early morning hours. It’s the best time of day I like to say. I’m very much “a morning person” as my wife likes to remind me; she also likes to reminds me, often, that she is not.
I can remember as a little boy going for early morning walks with my grandmother. I recall once asking her why she was usually up so early walking, and she reminded me “Son, the longest thing you’re ever going to do is sleep.” Even at that very young age, I got the point.
And so it is on these early mornings, when most people are still asleep, I sit and read, write some, and ponder various ideas and questions in peace and quiet. I realize it’s not for everyone…and that’s just fine by me.