As I begin to write this, I sit in a quiet dining area of a rural McDonalds. Not quite 5:30 on a Saturday morning, it will remain quiet for a time.
I enjoy the quiet of an early morning. On this morning, I’ve enjoyed quiet for a couple of hours already.
I am early to rise. It’s weird for others; It works for me.
A dozen years ago, I was a bi-vocational pastor, also serving as a property manager for a large self-storage property. Working at two full-time jobs, both of which I enjoyed immensely,
I had to find ways to carve time within time to get what needed to be done and still have the freedom and flexibility to pivot on a day’s need.
- A 24-hour Walmart.
- A Home Depot that opens at 5 AM.
- A Cracker Barrel open at 6AM
- A self-storage property with no one around until after 7 AM.
I got more work done before sunrise than most people get done all day. By doing so, I was able to answer calls that seemed urgent to others while remaining calm and patient. Able to schedule for serendipity. I got hooked on the early mornings because of the freedom to pivot. I stay with it because of the quiet.
I value the quiet of an early morning.
I am early to rise. Not so much because I can’t sleep. Not because I can’t wait to get to Panera or McDonald’s. I like the crisp and fresh feeling of the beginnings of the day. It works for me. It’s not right for everyone – and that’s good.
I thirst for the quiet of an early morning.