My Love for the Rising Sun

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.

My neighborhood at sun rise.

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?

9 Comments on “My Love for the Rising Sun

  1. So glad to see you posting again. Yay for me and your followers. Coming from Phoenix, I loved watching the spectacular sunsets. Also loved watching a full moon rising over the ridge behind us. Since moving to Idaho, the sunsets are pretty but weak in color. I struggle to get up early, as I don’t have to for work any longer! I have coffee in bed and watch the Today show or something with a lighter content these days. It’s my time to journal and pet my dog who is snoozing behind me. Congrats on the new job!!!

    • Thank you! I’ve been getting these weekly reflections with writing prompts so I thought I’d give one a try. Thanks for reading and commenting. And enjoy those sun rises!

  2. I just found your blog and I adore the writing prompt. I also understand the luxury of doing things when you want to verse when you have to.
    I LOVE seeing the sunrise. I live on a golf course in Massachusetts. We get all sorts of weather – there are certain places where the sun rises that are just breath taking. I love how the rays spread out and touch the tops of the trees first and if there are low clouds and some fog the rays just beam all over. Its hope for the new day!! Thank you!

  3. I love the sunrise, if it weren’t so dang early in the morning!

  4. Happiest to have read this essay. Of the sun and rising before to recieve it. There is no better way to grow. Thanks for sharing Sharon.

    Narayan x

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