Recently I’ve been thinking about how to best spend my mornings. It never feels great to hit snooze on my alarm five times, roll out of bed much later than intended, and scroll. I know this full well, and yet, more often than not, it’s what ends up happening.
Usually, this is where one might come in and say something like “this week I managed to have the correct self-discipline and all of my mornings, have a quiet morning, dwell with the Lord, shower, moisturize, make coffee, go for a morning walk, and come back energized, awake, and ready for work!” Unfortunately this is not the case.
I’m moreso writing this to document my current skirmish with bad mornings, maybe keep myself accountable to keep trying, now that its expressed in words on a webpage. I wonder if I’ll look back on this in a couple months, years, and think “this guy is so goofy how can he not manage to figure out this simple part of life”. Maybe I’ll be someone who can echo that above paragraph. It’s possible! It would be nice.
Even now I am seeing glimpses of what my morning can become. I won’t go so far as to say I’ve solved all my life’s problems with the morning walk, but yesterday and Monday felt marginally better than today and Tuesday, in terms of mood, alertness, guilt levels. It helps that the sun has reappeared after a prolonged absence in New York. I’m hoping that continues. But even if the sun goes away, I’m hoping my desire to walk won’t.
“Above all, do not lose your desire to walk. Everyday, I walk myself into a state of well-being & walk away from every illness. I have walked myself into my best thoughts, and I know of no thought so burdensome that one cannot walk away from it. But by sitting still, & the more one sits still, the closer one comes to feeling ill. Thus if one just keeps on walking, everything will be all right.”
― Søren Kierkegaard
PS. I rode the new R211T trains on Sunday. It was a beautiful experience. Open the gangways. Stop having them be closed.