I’ve been a pretty much life long hater of mornings. I’m a night owl, for sure. I love to stay up late and then lounge in bed until it’s time to get up. 1 or 2 in the morning seems like a reasonable bed time, then somewhere around 8 feels just about right to this guy.
The past two days I’ve been awakened at 6:30! Yuck!
But there’s a twist (you knew there’d be a twist, right?). Both mornings my alarm clock has been a kiss on the cheek from a grand baby. It’s the BEST. Even though I hate mornings, it is totally worth it to be awake for these little bundles of joy.
It’s all perspective, and perspective let’s us…