Have you ever stopped to think about what your favorite time of day was? I’d have to say my favorite time of the day would be eight o’clock in the morning. You’re mostly awake, depending on the person, and the world is slowly getting started. (Unless you’re my mother who gets the bathroom and living room cleaned before 8 am) I prefer having a slower morning, sitting out on the porch in the morning, drinking a warm cup of tea, and listening to the birds slowly start up their singing. I especially love it when I don’t have anything going on and I can take my time with everything on a to-do list.
There’s a quiet peace about the morning and the expectancy of what that day will hold. I’ve always lived in the moment and so whenever a new day starts, I always try to enjoy it to the fullest. I will never have this particular day again and I think the everyday experiences are something a lot of people take for granted. I read a book recently where the main character would look at the day ahead of her and decide if that day was worth remembering or not. And while it may be impossible to remember everything that happened every day of your life, every day just might be worth remembering or at least worth trying to enjoy even in the minuscule moments. The simple things are just as important as the big things.