I couldn’t help myself.
That was seriously the first line that I conjured up when I thought of it.
My dear old, long lost friend of my morning routine.
I used to have it down to a science, man.
It’s still clear as day what I would do:
Inhale deeply for a few moments.
Go get a big glass of warm water.
Sometimes it had lemon.
Sometimes it had apple cider vinegar in it.
Sometimes it had cayenne pepper.
Sometimes I chased it with colon care powder.
They were all beneficial.
Then I’d stretch and exercise.
(What, no breakfast?)
‘Yes, no breakfast,’ especially if I was fasting.
I did my reading, mg devotions, my journaling about this time.
Sometimes I worked on art and assignments.
That was mostly in college.
Something about the pressures of post-grad, just-trying-to-get-my-ass-through-the -day-ness derailed me from my routine.
It definitely showed.
I can’t imagine the lives of people who, in all seriousness, absolutely have to begin their day with a blunt or a drink or something else substance or non-substance related that doesn’t awaken their body and soul.
I felt crabby over the simplest thing.
I miss that cool, healthy, collected, calm of the morning.
I used to know what to do with the morning like nothing else.
I was damn good at my morning.
I’m getting better at it.
Things are stickier and more clumsy.
Sometimes I have to remind myself to breathe.
Or I get lost in thought wondering what a detox retreat in Phuket, Thailand would be like.
Or I crave some of the healthier things I don’t buy myself nearly as much anymore.
Or I tap into a bit of self-loathing for feeling like I fell off.
Then sometimes I sleep it off, revisit my wish list and realize that tomorrow’s a new day to try harder, start fresh I guess.
In case you’re wondering, it’s about 8:20 am EST as I’m finishing this post right here…
…And now it’s nighttime on a totally different day at CST.
How will you spend your morning getting ready for a night to do it all over again?
Sleep on it. Think on it.