Morning! Morning is the most beautiful part of a day. It is like the childhood time – fresh, innocent , forgiving and glowing. I love that soft golden light on green branches outside my window. I love fresh aroma of tea – that reminds me of home and the aroma of tea from mom’s kitchen. I love morning news on TV- as if there was no yesterday ; life begins now and here ;everywhere!
I have never been so good with the mornings though. Being an anxious person who tries to protect every next moment of her life , I almost always sleep just before the dawn. I always try to finish reading, work, planning long before the beginning of a new day.
That way, that is the usual life;
I am an early riser on weekends.
I appreciate the beauty of mornings only on two days of the week.
This *wrong* habit has no explanations. It’s not like I sleep early on Fridays or I *hate* other 5 mornings. I even do not go for morning jog on weekend mornings.
Instead, I start the day slowly. I love that little luxury of being lazy in a crazy life. I love sharing the solitude with the lonely Saturday morning. I love standing on my porch and staring at the hummingbird . He doesn’t care if I stare! Most of the times , it’s me , the cup of tea , a book or newspaper , the bird , and all of us drenched in the pure Sunlight.
I feel so awaken .I feel blessed to be able to enjoy that moment.
And all these never happen on weekdays. On weekdays , I curse my morning and try my best to snooze till I can afford . I do not look at outside because everyone at his/her respective den is busy, running around the clock . The Sun is lazy or overactive . The hummingbird keeps distance from the crazy mankind too .There is no place or time to observe *peace*.
Once upon a time, a well known senior at work told me – The key to a successful life is to fall in love with Mondays. He was right , maybe! Because, I have not found that love yet. And either I am unsuccessful in life or lost…!
Whatever it is ..I do not fall for it ! I love waking up early and starting the Saturday as early as possible. That’s quite success. That’s quite love. And together , that’s a successful life I’d like to define.
It’s my decade old love story with the weekend mornings . In my mind , Saturday starts from Friday afternoon..and ends…. on Monday morning. I love that logic. I am sure everyone loves it. 🙂
*** Do you love your weekend morning nap more than the sunlight and fresh news? Do you love mornings? What is your idea about success in life?