Mornings


It is not normal for my life as an alcoholic, to be willing to get out of bed before I absolutely have to do so. For the last several months though, I have been waking between 3 and 7 in the morning.

Months ago, I read a book called “Miracle Morning”. It speaks to the thought of getting up early in order to get some much needed work done at the beginning of the day. I don’t follow those directions exactly, I just do what needs to be done.

For example:

I wake up at 3 in the morning. I let the dogs out for some necessary business, I get the coffee started (I had to switch to decaf) and I take my morning medicines. I test my blood sugars, and I focus on what is in front of me to do. Before the dogs come in, I have the first smoke, read Dear Abbey, and consider my day ahead.

I go through my planner and picks three things that absolutely must get done today. I also go through the homework from the night before, and see if I left anything out.

The dogs get fed, and the coffee gets poured, and the morning chugs along. Morning prayers, maybe a chapter or two of study, and before I know it, it’s time that Dad is up and out of bed.

I have just had a few hours to myself, a few hours of peace and quiet, and a few hours with God.

It’s a good thing.

L