Some Mornings…

Her alarm goes on. She wakes up. She feels body pain. She taps the dismiss button. She goes back to sleep.

There are these mornings when she’s out of it. Her body’s tired and wanting more attention. Her body’s flawed in so many levels. It gets tired a lot. It gets sick. It is sick. Pains arise, some profound. That’s just part of who she is.

She wakes up again. Still, the pain is there. She doesn’t want to stay in bed for long though. She knows it will only make the matters worse. She has to fight and the battle is long and many. She always has to fight.

She prays. She tells him what she’s feeling and that she’s scared. Sometimes, she gets mad. She hates being sick. Other times, she just goes by it as she does not have any choice anyway.

Finally, she manages to break out of her bed. Her body’s sore yet she has to emerge from the pain and start her day… and seize the day. She has to. She closes her eyes and meditates. She hopes for the pain to decrease. Sometimes, it does. Other times, it’s the other way around.

She makes her bed. She stands up feeling a bit woozy but she cannot let that feeling get into her. She has to fight. She opens the door. She knows that the day’s gonna be longer. Ready or not, she goes out of the room with hopes of getting better and a lot more. Hope… It keeps her going.

My Morning Routine

I’ve been wanting to share this here because mornings are my fav part of the day and also my most productive time. But I wasn’t able to establish a consistent routine until recently. So, here it goes. My morning routine…

4:30 am. I wake up really early. My alarm is set at 4:50 am but obviously, I wake up before it. The first thing I do is check my current state or what I’m feeling. Unfortunately, I always find myself being anxious and so, the next thing I do is pray.

4:50 am. I am inside the bathroom, brushing my teeth and washing my face. Also, doing my personal businesses.

4:55 am. I am inside my room, combing my hair. After that, I put on my socks and head downstairs.

5:00 am. I am drinking my first glass of water of the day. Oh, before that, I was putting on my shoes.

5:05 am. I am outside walking and then jogging.

5:30 am. I am back home. I head back to my room.

5:35 am. I am sitting on my floor, meditating.

5:45 am. I am seated in front of my desk, reading my daily devotional books namely:

  • Bible (Today’s English Version)
  • Healing Presence
  • Good morning… God
  • Our Daily Journey

6:00 am. My downtime. I am on my phone.

6:15 am. I am back downstairs to do my workout.

6:45 am. I am cooking breakfast.

7:15 am. I am eating my breakfast, which always consist of fried rice. I won’t have enough energy for the day if I don’t eat rice for breakfast.

7:30 am. I am washing the dishes.

8:00 am. I am cleaning the house.

9:00 am. I am resting, usually with my phone again.

After that, the rest actually varies. Sometimes, I’m the one who cook lunch. Other times, I’m cleaning upstairs. At certain times, I am cleaning the bathroom. And there are also times when I am helping my mom with her job.

That’s it. Good morning, everyone!

Morning walks

Before my alarm clock goes on, my brain comes alive. That’s what has been happening for days. Then, I’ll feel the urge to pee and so, I’ll begin to open my eyes.

I love mornings. By 5:10 am, I’ll be outside. I will be putting on my deep blue slippers with golden straps. I’ll start walking. The first thing I notice is the weather. Is it windy? Is it already warm? I always hope that it’s windy.

I’ll walk. I’ll be hearing different sounds from neighbors’ televisions, from a washing machine, from dogs, from a sizzling pan probably with eggs, from the few early risers. I’ll also smell different fragrances, some nice, others you know what. Oh, I’d also be hearing the noise from various vehicles. I sometimes get blinded by their lights, and annoyed honestly. There were those days, though, when there were only a few of them. Oh, how I long for those kinds of mornings.

I love peaceful morning walks. It’s always nice to watch the sky as it change its color from midnight blue to orange, pink, and then a bright blue. It’s also nice to look at my lefts and rights which are surrounded by trees of various kinds. I could imagine them greeting me as their leaves wave and dance with the wind.

I salute those who walk with me. The struggle of getting up from a comfortable bed is real for everyone. Aside from the walkers, there are also the bikers. To be honest, bikers outnumber the walkers. To be honest, at times, I envy how fast and far bikers can go.

And of course, I could never ignore the chirps of the birds… and the birds. They fly from one place to another while the sun’s making its way up the Earth or technically, when our planet’s rotating towards the sun. I once called the birds my morning walk buddies.

I do envy these little folks’ ability to fly. I’d like to ask them if they ever envy our ability to walk. Oh, those birds, they never get tired of flying. They inspire me to never get tired of walking. I always enjoy watching them even if they could give me a stiffed neck.

Although I enjoy walking, taking in the world we live in, touching the ground beneath us, and feeling peaceful; I always find myself looking forward to returning home. And then while I’m on my way home, I always catch myself looking forward for tomorrow’s morning walk…