The makings of a really good morning are different for us all. For some of us it is the peace and quiet which helps to roll into a beautiful day and for others it is the consistency of a morning routine. Whatever your individual quirks may be, there is nothing like a new start to a brand new day.
This weekend I was home. A big change from my schedule lately. On the weekends I get to spend at home, one of my favorite things to do is take off on early morning runs. I live in a quiet area of Minneapolis and the scenery is that which one does not imagine when they think "big city". The morning time is peaceful and untouched by noise. There was a moment during my Saturday run which took my breath away. I actually had to stop running and remind myself to breath. In the hustle bustle and uncertainty of that which has been my life the past few weeks, I took a moment to breathe - outside of my blackberry, outside of my emails, outside of missing him, outside of arguing or being stressed out - and I realized all too often something as simple as the beauty of a 7:00 am run slips away from us and we forget these really important things that make us feel good.
The making of a really good morning for this girl is the 6:15-6:30 am wake up call I get from Georgia. It is the voice which wakes me up with a smile and makes my morning a really good morning. The world could be falling apart and this voice would make me forget. I got one this morning :)
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