Deliberate
I’m trying something new.
This morning, when my alarm clock went off, instead of immediately reaching for it and hitting “Snooze,” I paused. Listened to the song. And decided that my time would be better spent waking up and drinking coffee than dozing lightly in nine-minute increments.
Got out of bed, turned on the news. Poured my coffee, went outside to read with Josh and the dogs. Got ready with time to spare, sat down to write this quick post.
Conscious decisions about my day. Wouldn’t I rather spend time with Josh than getting just a few more minutes of sub-quality sleep? I never feel more rested after a morning full of “snoozing.” Wouldn’t I rather take my time and enjoy my morning than rush through, stumbling haphazardly out the door?
Everything I did this morning, I decided to do. It was a morning spent deliberately.
And I liked it.
