07/20/2026
I am not a morning person.
If I were one of those highly disciplined people on Instagram, I’d probably have crushed a sunrise workout, meditated, journaled my gratitude, read a life-changing book, planned my day, drank something green, and crossed three things off my to-do list before 9:00 a.m.
That’s not me.
I have a much slower way of easing into my mornings. A civilized wake-up time. Daily Spanish lesson. Devotional time. Catching up on the news and social media (for better or worse). Singing along to worship music while I get ready for the day.
It’s less about productivity than preparing my mind and spirit for whatever the day holds.
This month, though, my schedule has me out the door much earlier than usual, laptop in hand. I’ll be spending the rest of the morning working from my mobile office, with an urban park as a backdrop.
My to-do list is waiting, but before opening my laptop this morning, I chose to touch grass.
Well, not literally. I kept my shoes on and stayed on the path. 😄 But I took a 20-minute walk through the woods.
Wind rustling in the trees.
Dappled sunshine.
A peacefully babbling brook.
Birdsong.
Rhythmic footsteps on the path.
Fresh air.
Solitude.
I’m especially thankful to be walking comfortably under my own power again.
Busyness will always beckon — I could still hear the traffic in the distance. But this morning, I chose to start with body, soul, and spirit instead.
Maybe there’s something to this whole “morning person” thing after all…
…let’s not get carried away. 😄
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