Today something very strange happened: I woke up at 5:30 in the morning.
I am not a morning person. In fact, I generally loathe mornings and communicate mostly via snarl any time prior to about 9 AM. This grouchy state of being is only accentuated if I don’t have easy access to coffee (and having to make it myself does not count as “easy access” prior to 9 am).
But today was different. At six, when it became apparent that I would not be falling back to sleep, I crept out of the bedroom and down the stairs as silently as the hardwood would allow. Kitchen lights – on! Coffee pot – on! Dishwasher – loaded! Looking at the clock, I realized that it was barely 6:30 but most of my morning routine (usually accomplished while staggering and grumbling) had been accomplished – and on top of that, I was feeling positively chipper! So, I fixed a cup of coffee, grabbed a mechanical pencil and a study of Revelation (for a youth Bible study coming up later this month), put my feet up and started to read.
What a morning! As it turns out, I read very well in those hours I’ve rarely spent awake. Writing will likely always be an afternoon and evening ritual, but there is something about the quiet and the stillness of our house in the morning that lends itself to engaged, contemplative reading. I fear that I may have to suck it up and become a morning reader…
Serendipity Soiree 