During the weekday I wake up at 4:30am (before 5:30am spin) and on the weekends around 6:30am (before 8am workout). I am definitely an early bird who adores the early morning hours of quiet and the prospects of a new day. Don't get me wrong I certainly don't leap out of bed with sunshine beams pouring from my body, it does take me a little time to convince myself that I will thank myself later for this time I give my soul each morning.
I definitely get this trait from my Dad. He was an early riser which meant early to bed as well. Often times that meant that Dad fell asleep anywhere he sat down shortly after dinner. We joked with him a lot about that growing up ... First we would see the face start to fall and shortly the loud snoring would follow. It was quite a scene to watch as a little kid...me giggling listening to the trumpet snores from the easy chair. Other than rising early to start working around the house on the ever growing list of home projects we homeowners constantly tackle, I don't know if he ever sat and spent a few quiet moments with himself at the start of each early morning. I think he must have, he was a fly fisherman and spent many hours working on his fly fishing box (that's another blog post), tying flys, looking through his books, feathers, studying maps and finding streams he wanted to fish someday .... I am sure some early mornings he ventured down to his workshop and relished the quiet moments before the family woke up and consumed his time and attention. I wish I could go back and time and asked my Dad why he loved mornings so much, but I'm sure the answer would me the same as mine because I surely am my father's daughter.
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