I have to admit that I am a morning person. Yes, I am the annoying one with a big, fat smile on my face eager to greet the day. It has been one of those freak happenings where I can rise before the alarm even goes off and function without immediate caffeine consumption. Yep, I am THAT person.
I remember going to a 5:30 am bootcamp with a host of women where most were morning people or they did a great job of pretending. It would seem if you are doing burpees and pushups that early, you would need to be somewhat conscience. For me, I enjoy the solitude of the early morning. The house slowly waking up, coffee brewing, and a sense of gratitude for being able to greet another day. Sometimes my best conversations with God come when I am laying in bed waiting for the alarm to go off. (Yes, I said waiting and, just for your information, I am not familiar with a snooze button.) It is those moments of quite reflection that set the tone for the day. Maybe I am a “freak of nature”, but I wouldn’t trade my mornings for anything. They provide me with a grand entrance into the day.