Slow Mornings
This morning I woke up before the sun, meditated before my feet hit the floor, and took an ice-cold shower before waking up the kids.
Merging mind, body, and spirit - upon awakening - has proven to be the perfect recipe for owning my day.
I used to hate the mornings. I identified myself as “not a morning person” and let me tell you how successful that mentality was…
I was recently asked, “What does a perfect morning look like to Tricia?”
I didn’t have an answer, but I did have an answer for what a horrific morning looks like: waking up late, rushing to get the kids ready, grabbing fast food, and stressing about my never-ending list of to-do’s.
The mornings when I wake up and I’m riddled with anxiety over all of the things I have to do before I have to do them, the chaotic tone is set and the rest of my day follows suit.
Slow, intentional mornings are the anecdote to the monotony of the all-American 9-5 routine.
I don’t always get it right. There are days when I wake up late and I’m at war with myself long before I get out of bed.
Today wasn’t that day.
I chose to push through the “just 5 more minutes” tape playing in my head.
Today, I won the battle - today is going to be a good day.