(Noble) Silence is Golden
The life changing beauty of spending mornings in silence
For the vast majority of my life, I’ve not exactly been a “morning” person. In fact, I’d say that I’ve always been the exact opposite. While I am fairly personable most of the time, in the morning my mood falls anywhere on a scale from Depressed to Ragey with Panicked falling somewhere in the middle.
To really emphasize this, even my devout Catholic mother who doesn’t believe in swearing would be the first to tell you that historically, Morning-Anne-Marie is…well, a straight-up bitch. Honest to god, I once open-palm smacked my dear mom straight across the face when she tried to wake me. I swear it only happened once, and I felt terrible about it.
But I will also forever argue that one cannot truly be held responsible for actions they took at 15, half asleep, being awoken by Beethoven’s Fifth being blasted through the house.
The Angry Teen Years
As a kid, I was often encountering well-rested, chipper people who arise bright-eyed and bushy tailed. My mother, my grandparents, all my aunts and uncles. My brother and father were my equals in grumpiness, but for some reason this trait was brushed off for them, in ways it never will be for me.
