My Morning

I tried to ignore my alarm this morning. Desperately didn't want to get out of bed. It was cooold, too, and exiting the land of dreams and cozy comforters wasn't high on my "to-do" list.

Unfortunately, though, the day called my name. Repeatedly.

I thought about skipping my morning run and replacing the endorphin high with a a few extra minutes under the blankets. I thought about hitting snooze one more time.

But the more I thought, the more I woke up. And the more alert I became, the more I realized that I HAD to get out of bed.

And that's when I noticed the only reason I like this whole daylight savings time system that makes it depressingly dark by time I leave work.

Sunshine in the morning.

Warm, happy light that peeks through my window shades and makes cheery patterns on my wall.

So instead of hitting "snooze" again, I grabbed my camera and took a picture.




(And, yes, the morning run happened. If I'm awake enough to take a picture, I'm awake enough to realize that a run is a good option for starting the day.)