I’ve got a love hate relationship with the morning. Today, I just decided to skip morning, waking around 11am. I am not supremely proud of this number, but it is just time.
Ideally I wake up around 7am. Not impressive for many, but you know what? Everyone should mind their own damn business and do what works for them.
We are obsessed with the clock. Four digits separated by a colon determines so many of our feelings, encompasses our stress, and dictates where and how we operate.
I don’t think that the concept of time is inherently bad. I’d honestly be surprised if anyone can honestly define what time actually is. I like St. Augustine’s answer when asked about the nature of time he replied “I know what it is until asked to define it.” Or something along those lines. I’ve never been a reliable quoter of others. This will karmically come back to bite me in the ass someday.
Anyways, I like 7am. I can perform the sacred morning rituals in relative peace while leisurely farting.
First, program the coffee unit. While he drips the succulent heart racing brew, I ready myself. I sit outside and meditate. Sometimes it’s a wild goose chase after my thoughts with a paltry attempt to wrangle them. Other times it’s a relatively transcendental experience with my brain coming near to the dreamlike state I just got out of bed from. Those days are nice.
Whether my brain is a wild flurry of thoughts or tranquil pool of reflection, I always sit and shut up in the morning. I figure if I’m not even listening to me then who the hell else would?
Then I get the oil heating up. Somewhat literally. I put a large chunk of coconut oil in my black coffee which keeps me gastro-intestinally satiated and also doubles as a nice lip gloss. I’m thinking of ditching coffee though, or at least replacing it with this substance I have only heard of in legends known as “Titanium Tea” Yeah, I know, it’s a douchey west-coast bro’ed out kind of name. It consists of pu erh tea, ginger, turmeric, and coconut oil. Why ditch coffee? Let’s be honest, I will never be able to fill the void the dark mistress has created in my neuro receptors. That alone is a pretty good reason to stop something. But I’ve found that coffee is just a little too jittery for my already tenuously race track mind. Sometimes it’s hard to focus and get one single task done when my coffee levels are off the charts.
So, with this cup of whatever I’m drinking, I read. Every morning, ten to thirty minutes. Whatever I want.
All of this has taken place outside so far. Why? To eliminate morning peevishness of course.
This all seems far more regimented than I actually am. That’s because it is. That’s why I have morning rituals now. To gain more structure. I doubt I will ever fully embrace the religion of the clock, but knowing where I stand in relation to it is useful for material existence.
After only 45 minutes or less in the morning I have already won my day. I’ve figured out where m head’s at, how my body feels, got a bit of nutrition in, pondered another’s ideas and can confidently move into the rest of the day. Whatever it may bring.