I have never really been a morning person. Probably because I’m usually awake until the wee hours of the morning working on this or that (or getting sucked into the latest young adult novel) that when the sun finally starts to break over the mountains, I’m not at all ready to rise and shine.
But … the times when I’ve pushed myself out of bed and off of my warm pillow and went outside for a run, or to an early morning meeting, or to answer the constant calls of “Mommy! I want some brrrreakfrrrest!” I’ve been so glad to be up and alive.
I think it has to do with the light.