Blessed are the mornings, for they are filled with such promise – Me
It’s hard for me to believe now that there was a time – long, long ago and far, far away – in the land known as “my youth,” when I was not a morning person. I recall lying in bed looking at the clock, which might have read “10:15 a.m.,” and thinking, “Great. It’s not even eleven yet. I can go back to sleep.” Which meant my “useful” day would start at about 1:00 and, during the winter months that would give me only about four hours of sunlight. No wonder I was so cranky back then. I was seriously Vitamin D deficient.
The fact that I rarely got in before 2:00 a.m. in those days and that I currently live in a community that rolls up the proverbial sidewalks at eight should probably be mentioned. The most raucous club in town closes at ten. People here have cows and horses to feed in the morning.
I love mornings, and if I don’t have to come down off my quiet, little hilltop, all the better. The idea that a day is new and as yet unsullied appeals to me. Morning is a frame of mind. As long as I don’t take off my robe – even if it’s 3:00 in the afternoon – it’s still technically morning. Conversely, if I have someplace I need to be at 9:00 a.m., even if I’m home by 10:00, morning is lost.
I realize that I’m getting older. I can see the “Exit” sign from here, so these days I’m happy just to wake up and find that I’m still alive. “Score! Got another one!” One hears about people unexpectedly dying in their sleep all the time and, while it sounds peaceful, it would seriously piss me off. Let me have one more morning.
Afternoons wear on me. I’m tired by then and completely understand the Latin tradition of napping the afternoon away. Have you noticed that people will say that they’re a “morning” person or a “night” person, but no ever one says, “Hey, me? Yeah. I’m an afternoon person.” With apologies to the British and their penchant for afternoon tea, I’m of the belief that those hours are just there to fill the space between morning coffee and evening wine.
Thanksgiving would be the exception, when the feasting in my world starts at around 3:00. Even I would not want to wolf down turkey and sweet potatoes for breakfast and, after 6:00, such overindulgence will stay with me for the entire night, causing me to wake up feeling like crap and ruin the next morning. So yeah, for one day a year, I’m an afternoon person.
Whatever time of day it is that you gather with loved ones, I wish you all a very Happy Thanksgiving.