I’ve started working again full-time, and I’ve had to abandon my routine of waiting until I feel like it to work out or grocery shop or do any other thing I have to do. My body never got used to sleeping in and consistently woke up at 5 or 5:30 A.M. every morning during the year and a half that I was off. And, gratefully, my new job has a more flexible start time than the one I had at Whirlpool. So my mornings are once again filled with activity as I drive to the gym in the dark or – if it’s above 30 degrees – drag my butt outside to run. Oh how I want to sit and drink tea until I feel like getting up to go out. Those small pleasures are relegated to weekends now. And it feels really good to have workouts done before I actually really wake up. Sometimes it feels like a dream.
My favorite part of a morning run or a drive to the gym is being present and outdoors for the sunrise. The sun sets here over the lake but it rises among the trees and the cornfields. It is almost always orange, and it throws a striking light over the lighthouse. Some backstage lighting expert flicks the switch on a bright spotlight perfectly placed to illuminate that lovely little lighthouse on the water. And just as quickly as the spotlight appeared, it disappears into a sea of morning sunshine. I’m not often there for that moment, but it is a wonderful treat when I am.
I love sunrises. I’ve never been a particular fan of sunsets. They are certainly nice and mark the end of a long day, but as an early riser, the sun rise coincides with my best energy. I’m always happiest when the day is before me, and I’ve yet to make any mistakes or find anything to worry about. By nightfall, I will have some regrets and surely will have a list of things to lose sleep over. The mornings are my time, and the sun rise is the clearest symbol of the dawning of a new day and a clean slate.
Tomorrow will be cold, and it will be snowing when I arise. So I will get up, get dressed, make a smoothie and head to the gym. I’ll leave it open whether I lift weights or run on the treadmill depending on my mood and the way my body feels. It took a week or so for my body to get accustomed to moving again early in the morning, but I’m back in the saddle. I won’t likely see the sun rise tomorrow as I’ll be in the shower or getting ready by then. But maybe I’ll make a little time to grab some tea and watch the sun rise from my front window to celebrate the rising sun on the first day of another week.
Do you like the sun rise or the sun set? Do you make time for the ritual of watching it?