The disheveled bed of a rushed young adult.
I read this great piece on Medium earlier this week by Benjamin Hardy about the morning.
Ah, the morning. Some love it. Some hate it.
I get to be in that special and crazy group that naturally wakes up at the crack of dawn. Some nights, when I work my late shift, I come back expected to gracefully sleep in through until the sun is high in the sky.
Nope. No dice. Every day, it’s usually 6 a.m. Sometimes 5, sometimes 7. But always early.
And I’ve really come to embrace it. I agree with Hardy that the mornings are quiet in their power. If you’re ready to roll in the morning, chances are, you’ll be ready to roll straight through the day and up until you turn the lights out at night.
His advice? “Wake up, get in the zone, get moving, put the right food in your body, get ready, get inspired, get perspective, do something to move you forward.”
For me, waking up isn’t the tough part. Mornings are the crown jewel of the day. Give me a bowl of cereal, a newspaper or a magazine, a run or a yoga session, and I’m happy as a clam.
There’s nothing quite like a quiche for breakfast.
Getting yourself jazzed in the morning doesn’t need a huge leap of faith. Start with a healthy meal. Or start putting your phone on airplane mode at night (I highly recommend it). Jump in a pool. Go on a run.
We all have goals, and sometimes our day-to-day life can seem draining or dull. But if you kick it up a notch (Emeril style) in the morning, even the most groan-inducing day can be rad.
Be Emeril. Be Rocky. Be Serena Williams. Or, as my generation eloquently describes, you do you.
We’ve all got things to work on, and ways to improve. The mornings are a great chance for you to recharge, refresh and rethink your life. Pour a cup of coffee, listen to the birds. And realize how great those early hours really can be.