I am, by nature, a morning person. (I know you all hate me now.) I bounce out of bed ready to take on the day and most days don’t even need coffee. At least not since the 2-pots-by-8am-every-day detox. My son is the same way. It’s disgusting, really.
This week, driving to work, I realized what I love about mornings so much.
It’s new. Every time the sun rises, you get a do-over. You get to do better than yesterday. You get to start fresh. You get to take the day by the horns and make it yours. A sunrise is full of hope.
I drive on a high overpass at Spaghetti Junction (the biggest clusterf*^k in Atlanta) every morning right as Mother Nature is putting on a show. I’ve been snapping quick pictures on top of the overpass every morning to compare the beauty of theses sunrises.
No two sunrises are alike.
I marvel at the daily differences in the brightness of the sun, the blueness of the sky, and the whiteness of the clouds. The sun is always in the same place, but what’s around it is what makes the sunrise. Lucky for Atlantans, humidity and smog makes for a lovely sunrise!
No two days are alike.
With the setting of the sun and the pulling up of the covers, we give up the fears and struggles and stress of the day. Some of it spills over into the next day, but no matter how bad the day before was, once the sun rises over the horizon, you’re guaranteed a fresh start.
And even if you have the same routine every single day, no two days are identical. There are different conversations, more chances to conquer your fears or meet your goals, and endless chances to make a difference.
A sunrise is hope for new beginnings.
It also means you’ve lived to see another day. Don’t waste it!