I was up early this morning. As usual. Not out of bed yet, but just about ready. Thinking about what to do…but not thinking too hard. Pick up the iPad and take a look. Maybe I’d give that book a try. The one that just wasn’t doing it for me. But maybe today.
And actually, it worked. I finally got through the intro and kind of got it. A few more hours and I could probably finish the thing.
So, what is it about a good Sunday morning?
Growing up, I never really appreciated mornings. I was never one to be up and out at the crack of dawn, but I honestly can’t really recall being the type to sleep in either. I’m sure I had my days – especially back in the 80s when I was in Korea and didn’t have much else to do on my free evenings than go out for a few drinks with friends. But honestly, these days I can’t think of much better than a Sunday morning with a cup of coffee and a book. Or a computer on which to write. I can hardly imagine anything else – or imagine anyone who would want to do it any differently.
I’ve given it a bit of thought – not much though, the answer is so obvious – and here’s what I came up with: On weekdays, I have my day planned for me. I’ve got to be somewhere. I’ve got to do something. I’m obligated. It’s all programmed. And then the weekend comes along, and even then my Saturdays are set. Get up early (typically in the four o’clock hour), eat, coffee, get set, go. On the road between five and six. Try to get in 60 or 70 miles before the wife is up and ready for her day. Not really the case though, considering I like to poke around on the bike and that’ll turn 5 hours into 6 or 7.
But Sunday. Now there’s a day. Nothing planned (before church at 8). Nothing programmed. Nowhere to be. Nothing I’ve got to do. These are the days where the cup of coffee and the computer are a form of simple relaxation. And even better, the computer isn’t for the Facebook. I won’t spend my wonderful morning looking at what everyone else is doing, thinking, saying, meme-ing. Why should I care about what’s out there at all? Sunday morning really is my time. The world isn’t up yet, but I am. And, for these few hours, there’s not a single pressure in the world. No obligations. No “gotta be somewhere”s. Just a time of quiet reflection and rest. What’s not to like about that?
And of course…