I have been meaning to write this post. I have been meaning to tell you that I now have an appointment with the sunrise every morning. Now, as you might imagine, I do not make every appointment but my God! the days I do, I feel like I am experiencing magic.
A few weeks ago, when I started the job (which this post is not about), I had one of those conversations that sat me up. I have said many times that I know I am ordinary but, because I know I am ordinary, I know I have to invest more time and maybe energy to be or do the extraordinary things that come to other people with ease. So, a few weeks ago, I was reminded during a conversation at work that I am ordinary but it made me start considering how I can push myself to do well in this new role and it came to me.
Because I spend so much of my life working, to be neither good at my job nor to enjoy it is no way to live. As such, I committed to being both good at and enjoying it by putting the effort to take the ordinary to the extraordinary. In this commitment, I remembered I am and do better when I wake up earlier.
My days are groggy and annoying when I struggle to get out of bed. When I get up and the first thing I do is work, I know I am living my not so best life. I remember seeing that post by a random girl on the internet saying that her 9 am job is her second shift of the day because she gets up at 5, exercises, eats well and does all these soul-filling things before she goes to work. It made me think about my relationship with work, how I want work to only be a stop in my day, not all of my day but to do that, I must leave room for the kind of creativity I need to excel at said work.
All this said, I decided one day in August to switch my evening walks to a morning walk. Two main reasons why;
- I am often exhausted after work to walk and because I work remotely, it means a day could go by and I won’t have stepped outside the door.
- I do my best thinking in the morning when the world still sleeps and I cannot do my best thinking if I am sleeping.
So, I started walking as a way to wake up. These days, I walk ~20 minutes to the Park, sit facing the rising sun, and watch it slowly crawl in to the sky as dawn is yawning. Oh what a sight. I watch the sun rise and the worries of the day fade in the light of God’s majesty. I see it so close, I’m convinced I can touch it. As the seasons are changing, the clouds struggle to make room for the sun to take up space but I still walk and I walk in the silence, saying a little prayer for the day, thinking of Yahweh’s greatness and remembering that I am more than what I do.
