Morning. It's when I feel the best. I wake up, and I love my bed, usually I'm awoken by a puppy licking my nose. In the morning everything feels clear. The day is new - there's no regret for what you haven't gotten done, no remorse for what you've eaten that day, and it's free of troubles. It's also when I get my best work done. It seems to me that as the day goes on, I get more stressed, more behind, and then by the time evening gets here, I'm a bundled mess of nerves.
I love the start of the day. I love the newness and the chance to have a do-over every day. I strive to have no regrets by the end of the day, but I know that it's a daily struggle. How do we handle everything? How do we get it all done? How is it some people manage to sail through the day with ease, and others seem to come flying in by their coattails?
It's an issue that ways heavily on me, and I'm striving to change, but for now, I'm going to enjoy the calmness and beauty of the morning.
