Would you call yourself a "morning person?"
Is your experience of waking up steady or does it vary from day to day based on different vulnerability factors?
The truth is that we probably all have a natural tendency towards easy or hard to wake up in the morning.
For me, I mostly feel decent enough when I open my eyes, but I'm certainly not cheery and energized. I've done the 'keep sleeping until I absolutely have to get up, throw something on and eat breakfast on the drive to work' thing. I get it- and- I've also found that it is so much better when I give myself the opportunity to be home before I go out into the world.
I now take a series of small steps each morning to get my body going, my mind clear & my spirit ready for another day.
I know, I know, there are a lot of reasons to keep sleeping- it's easy to believe the more time we have in bed the better, but if it's not working for you and setting you up to have the kind of day that you want, then I encourage you to create a simple and meaningful morning routine for yourself.
Try it out for a day, a week, sprinkle it in here and there... see how you feel!
Wake up at least 1.5 hrs before departure time (ideally 2).
Alarm sound is pleasant (enough) & reads 'Just get in the shower, please.'
Stand in the warmth- no frills (maybe not even shampoo), just soak it in (brush your teeth in there if you're feeling wild).
Put on cozy clothes, get the electric kettle going.
Serve water with lemon (using the real fruit or essential oil).
Prep french press coffee, tea or dirty chai... mmm foamed milk (if it's that kind of mood).
Make an easy breakfast.
Set up & sit down with a book, journal, tarot or animal cards (spend a few minutes exploring).
Meditate & move or take Fozz on a walk (he will be so happy).
Get dressed, help those bangs, brighten your face (keep it simple- just what you need to feel good).
Gather belongings and go!
Meet the day.
Lots of love,
'Practice You' by Elena Brower
Tarot Card inspiration:
'The Wild Unknown' by Kim Krans
'Her Morning Elegance' by Oren Lavie
by Mary Oliver
Under the orange
sticks of the sun
ashes of the night
turn into leaves again
and fasten themselves to the high branches—
and the ponds appear
like black cloth
on which are painted islands
of summer lilies.
If it is your nature
to be happy
you will swim away along the soft trails
for hours, your imagination
And if your spirit
carries within it
that is heavier than lead—
if it's all you can do
to keep on trudging—
there is still
somewhere deep within you
a beast shouting that the earth
is exactly what it wanted—
each pond with its blazing lilies
is a prayer heard and answered
whether or not
you have ever dared to be happy,
whether or not
you have ever dared to pray.