If the best part of waking up is Folgers in your cup, then something’s wrong.
The a.m. is the best part of my day. I love waking well before sunrise, when the big sky is still that predawn color of an overripe eggplant. Each morning, I write, read, and exercise, distraction free. Every task thereafter—every banal or mundane activity throughout the rest of my day—is tinted with a sense of accomplishment.
In essence, I’ve taken back my mornings. No meetings, no phone calls, no email, no Internet. Just me and a simple set of morning habits. And oh yeah, there’s usually a cup of coffee, too—it’s just not the best part anymore.
What if you took back your mornings? What if you allocated just an hour or two each a.m. toward doing something meaningful? How would your days be different?
