I have never been a real morning person. I fake it because life is requesting of me that the days begin early. And it’s fine. I enjoy doing a lot of things in the morning to relax a bit in the afternoon, « savourer » a little sleep in a sun ray.
Every moment count
I have become a mother not so long ago and my cycles (day-night-sleep) have changed. Ever since, I realize everyday how life is about small things and my ability to make every moment count. For example, we I come home at night with my son, we don’t have much time together before he goes to bed. So, what do I do? I play with him until dinner time. I leave my phone in a drawer somewhere (unless I take pictures) and I am fully present with him, for us both. I don’t want to be angry at Time. I am presently reconsidering some choices that I made to allow me to spend more family time… I will get there.
After dinner it’s bath time and, then, we play again. Finally, he goes to bed and my wounded torture mother heart feels better because the evening mattered.
I apply the same mindfulness concept for myself. When the lights go off, it is the time for me to connect with my soul and to bond with nature.
Sometimes it happens all in my head when I review the day and consider if my decisions are align with my plan. Mostly in summer, I will enjoy a small walk in the warmth of the night to recharge my battery and connect with magic and mystery.
Connecting with myself every night has always helped me to stay strong and captain of my destiny. I am not alone now but I will never give up on Me and will continue to date myself every night. For my own good.