Folks are constantly questioning why I rise so early in the morning. My answer is always "I feel better." That is the honest truth. My day starts at 4am and, if I linger any longer, my body starts wondering what happened. "Hey, Woman...why are you not up yet? Lazybones!" Then, I guess in an effort to make me rise, aches and pains start setting in and then the brain starts shifting gears from "Let's get it done!" to "I don't wanna." So, to avoid all of that, I rise early. This must be a throwback to my childhood on the farm because Pop would rise at 4am and make sure that all the kids were up early to do their chores. Mom would sleep in a bit while he "handled" things. Once we heard that old hand-cranked coffee grinder going, we knew it was time to roll out of bed. I smile every time I see that thing hanging on my wall! Time to rise and shine!
Another reason for my early rising is that I can get the indoor chores done before sunrise. Once that time nears, I head to the pier for some peaceful "me time". Some of my best thinking is done while watching that giant ball of fire rise up over the pines on the far side of the Bayou. I get ideas for art/craft projects, figure out how to better the garden spots and ponder on the use of herbal concoctions. This is the me-time that allows me to start my day in a halfway jovial manner instead of letting the worries of the world pile upon me. Pop always told me that fretting doesn't do one bit of good so I should let go of it and just go about finding a solution to any problem. Make sense and those early mornings give me time to hunt solutions. Not to mention, there are some mighty pretty sights out there on the water when that sun makes its entrance.
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