When all morning stations are blaring at once, you can’t hear a thing.
When we turn off ALL that noise, we need to listen to only one voice.
Make that your morning voice.
Say: “Good morning, this is your wakeup call.”
To one morning, add sunshine, backbone, cleverness, adrenaline, and a sumptuous omelet. Like fresh eggs in a buttery hot pan of food semiotics – elysian, adroit, serene, luxuriant, and insatiable – best mornings hatch from sound sleep.
Hear yourself, loud, and clear – be who you are, where you are, for those who care. Ignore that noise-machine of opinion, pumped all night, serving a wakeup slurry of news, fact, advice, truth, and fiction. We’re ill-equipped to discern overnight news and morning papers from bird-care liners; don’t ignore politics and news, but don’t let it paralyze you.
Nap in an afternoon, play all evening, or stay up half the night working, or playing, but when morning brings its simplistic choice – own it, or waste it.
Mornings not used, are squandered flesh of life.
Mornings lost or wasted are like owning a fast car with a full gas tank, but you lost your keys.
Cleverness never owned a clock – shows up in unusual places, at highly inopportune times without rehearsed coordination of brain and voice. Ingenuity needs energy to generate value. That works best in the morning, works hardest in the morning. Afternoons and evenings parfait my day, but nothing starts me on creative, positive, and enthusiastic days, like the first rustling of body and brain.
I have being a reader for many years now; your column delivered every day and my first cup of coffee are a certainty, I appreciate it very much. Many times over I have reflect myself in your words it has given me comfort knowing I'm not crazy living in the "Matrix." Balance and living in the present it has being my goal for years, not as easy as it reads but still trying, AG, Cancun, Mex.