The early bird seizes the worm! Anyone, ANYONE who’s said that has never managed a blog, worked a nine to five or shot six rounds of Patron and then chased it with a cold glass from the one eyed man, (That’s rum for you non locals) and deep sense of regret for all of you, relating to & reminiscing on exactly what I just described!
On to the topic of mornings! Superlative 1 talked about how he likes to cleanse in one of his more recent blogs, since I humbly use soap, l’ll leave you to check out his blog for just how he tackles the grime. You just might learn something 😆
My mornings aren’t habitual but they do have some common day to day elements. Since I’m a late riser forgive me if MY morning look alot like 11:30AM Atlantic Time! 😜
My mornings usually start off with this to greet me, my own little patch of sky, I use it to gather strength and reflect. I like to say that it’s the billboard that I post my little mental post-it notes on. I have a few regrets there, alot of sins (Some admittedly fun, BUT I’M STILL SORRY :P) I have all my hopes & I like think, they get through the right desk. I know that I’ll move on someday, but come on! We all have that spot you I sleep in it, you were sick in it, you cried in it, laughed in it and played in it and you know what? It will always be there for all of us, no matter what sky we move on to.
Anyhow, by now I’ve used up a good thirty minutes & this little guy is usually watching me impatiently from my window sill, as you can see once he gets in, he a little gamer. Like pet like owner! 😛 Now Superlative and I share a love for tea. I learnt mine from my best friends dad. You want to win my heart? He has his peppermint tea… I have to have my chamomile.
Weather it be an early morning leading into a long holiday, a night home after work. I have to have my panacea. There is no substitute. I can’t talk about it or my mornings for that fact without touching on my pain. I have Fibromyalgia, I’ve battled with it my entire life, the pain is a real thing & it’s here to stay. They say it’s the little things that count and you know what? They’re right. It’s these little things that help me pull myself through to nightfall when the agony is too much, I have my friends, my family and I have my mornings and they are special. Savor everyone of them. We have fewer and fewer ahead of us every sunrise, don’t waste them…
I’ll post again soon. Its doesn’t matter weather your sun sits in the East or West, I will still be your Wonderman. Stay safe everyone.