Most of us would agree that getting up late on a morning is one of life’s greatest pleasures. You feel as if the world is at your beck and call. You own the day, everything and everyone is just waiting on you to decide what to do. Well I’m not so sure. I don’t usually suffer with FOMO (fear of missing out) but when one early morning you jump in your car and make a journey that you’ve made for over two years at varying times of the day and you suddenly feel as if you’re making this journey for the first time, you can’t help but feel as if you’ve missed out on so much for so long.
There’s a great sense of peace emanating from the earth almost as if it’s waking up from its own slumber. You are the only person around and you feel as if you own the moment. The silence is calming and reassuring almost as if preparing you for something great. The rising mist slowly unveils a world you’ve seen so many times before but somehow, the newness of the day gives it a promise that makes you want it to last forever. You know it won’t but still you beg it to stay.
The silly grin on your face only disappears when another car honks at you to move on. But it soon returns because you’ve just witnessed what could be the best time of day. The start, the promise, the adventure.
Do yourself a favour. Wake up early, go outside, open your eyes, your mind, your heart. Embrace the moment and let the beauty in.