I used to be such a morning person and I’m trying to get back to that. It’s much harder in the winter but I feel more encouraged by the changing of seasons. I feel such much more at peace when I have time to myself in the mornings before I need to rush to work. I can stretch, write, read, watch an episode of King of the Hill lol. The hardest part is peeling yourself out of bed, and then you‘re rewarded by time and quiet.
I love getting up early on a Sunday and slowly waking with the sun. Paired with a quick walk to a coffee shop and a return home to put on fresh pajamas, sit on the couch and enjoy a book or a show or a craft and just ease into the day. it helps to make the day feel longer and is especially a godsend in the winter when there is only so much time to take in the sun.
Yall I finally get it. I loved staying up late because it was the only time I felt alone, but it’s also possible to feel that at the beginning of your day not just the end. been a night owl my entire life but forcing myself into better habits
i love being up early even when i don’t have morning plans. i can take my time enjoying breakfast, playing my little games, journaling, and stretching all without a rush. easing into the day and reveling in the quiet, gentle morning hours is a blessing! time feels more spacious!
I’m on an instagram break plus I like you guys more so please enjoy this painting I am proud of. Referencing Bosch‘s garden of earthly delights, specifically the third “Hell” panel ❤️🔥 acrylic and gouache on raw canvas!
