Every day I set my alarm at 5:00am. Some days I get out of bed on the dot. Other days I snooze it. 5:15. 5:30. By the time 5:45 hits, I groggily sit in my little corner spot to journal, slightly smacking myself on the head for not waking up earlier because then I don’t have much time left before I need to get ready for work.
Days when I’m not working is when I slack off. Sleep in a bit longer. Too long, in fact, that sometimes I miss my morning ritual altogether.
Today being a Sunday, I thought I could bank on Raven waking up late so I can do my thing late. And I did. Went to the toilet to pee, only to come back and find that surprise, surprise, somebody has taken my spot.
To be honest, I don’t know. And it’s not even because of the quiet and solitude of the early morning hours because God knows given the chance, I would just as easily slink back into the warm comfort of my bed and sleep the sunrise away. The appreciation for the quiet solitude came later, after I sort of got into the habit of doing it pretty much for about a year now.
My morning journals possess the clarity of fools. I just write whatever comes to mind. In fact, I bought this 10-minute hourglass timer because I wanted to do the whole stream-of-consciousness writing where you write down everything and anything that you think of, not stopping for even a second. You just go with the flow. And if you stumble on a blockage, hell, you write that, too. Write that you don’t know what to write.
It’s a pretty cool exercise, but one I don’t exactly practice every day. Sometimes I do. Sometimes I end up just staring at the candlelight, sipping hot water that I had boiled the night before which I store in my trusty hot pink Zojirushi thermos. One of my most useful Amazon impulse purchases, to date.
I don’t know if I’m just imagining it but my morning ritual sets the tone of my day. Except for that one time I drew The Tower and I was like, Oh shit, is something bad going to happen to me today? Or those times I pulled Death, although I like the meaning of the death card in the tarot so it didn’t really freak me out as much as The Tower did.
So, yeah, I reckon I’m gonna keep doing my morning ritual for as long as I’m capable of doing it. Not even winter is stopping me. My oodie has got that covered.
*Raven at 5 years old