The Day I Was a Morning Person

I think Dorothy was exactly right. “There’s no place like home.” Sorry to be cliche’, but it’s true; furthermore, I love Dorothy. I went home to New Albany, Mississippi for the Thanksgiving break, and it was pure soul food. I got away from it all—the hustle and bustle, the sleep deprivation, the responsibilities, the things on my mind, the unending lists of things to get done. For four days, I got to relax with my my very favorite people, and I was immediately calmed as I pulled up to my first family function. From then on it was food, games, naps, the beginning of Christmas movies, and lots of laughter with the family and my loved ones. What could be better?

I say all of that to say that I was the most rested in those few days as I have been in months. When I go back home, I suddenly feel no need to check the internet, talk on the phone, schedule anything, or cross off another thing on the list. In fact, I was so rested that I actually got up one morning at 5:30 a.m. Yes, it’s true.

Now, let’s just get one thing straight. I am not a morning person, and I feel in the minority most of the time on that stance. All of the morning hoopla sounds great, in theory, but rarely do I ever get up in time to enjoy it the way people do in those Folgers commercials. It takes me a few minutes to get the crankiness out. Cold water on the face is an immediate must, and I don’t enjoy “chatting” for at least 30 minutes, but probably for an hour. I am a late night t.v. girl—I love Jay Leno, Conan, and Jimmy Fallon. I love to read for awhile before I go to sleep. I’m probably messing with some design before I go to bed. Sometimes, I get my best ideas while I’m trying to get to bed, thus prolonging the process even more. One of my best friend’s (morning person, mind you) likes to remind me that there are “morning piddlers” and “night piddlers.” I am the classic “night piddler” in every way.

But, back to the point. The point is that one morning while I was at home, I was rested enough that I just woke up. It actually happened the way I hear my morning friends bragging about it. I sat up, looked out the window and thought, “Wow. I think I may go watch the sun come up.” I cherish moments like this, because they are so rare. I then proceeded to grab my camera and head outside to see what I could capture.

This is the first thing I saw. Another reason for my serene state-of-mind—land, trees, and water. It was crisp, quiet, and the sun was just coming up. The fog was covering the pond, and it was really beautiful to watch it roll over the water slowly.

Getting some porch time in…

I love the blues that started coming out. They were truly vibrant. Another reason for this morning joy: we had decorated for Christmas the morning before, so on this morning I could just enjoy it.

I just thought this shot was kind of cool. In the left side, you can see my dad’s horse trailer, as he just got a new baby colt before I came home. The fog and the background have some blur to them, and the tree’s shape just makes me happy. It’s small, but it still has a presence about it.

Enjoying my time by the fireplace with our newly decorated tree.

Our sweet dog, Rusty, catching a morning nap in his favorite blanket…

I am thankful for my time at home and for my morning time as well. It may not happen much, but it’s memorable on days like this when life slows down and you catch your breath— and a glimpse of beauty. ~

Sara Beth Parks is a designer, Southern girl, and lover of all things beautiful, currently writing of her journey with art and design, "My Latest Buzz."

1 Comment

  1. Britt Trotman 12/21/2009 / 6:34 pm

    So nice to meet another “night piddler.” :)

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