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Nature wakes as dawn hits and the sun rises for another day. Our limbs stretch and our minds awaken as we activate our daily routines. For some, it means throwing on our runners and heading to our 6am PT session while we are loudly thinking, really? I need to be at work at 8am, it’s Tuesday and I’ve got to wash my hair – so much to do, so little time. Well ok, my trainer is waiting and he’ll just punish me with hill sprints if I’m late, whinge or don’t turn up. After all I’ve paid him to discipline, train and motivate me. Who doesn’t need a little bit of early morning encouragement after all? But for the record, I’m not happy about it.
Then there are those of us who jump out of bed with a spring in our step and start whistling our way into the day – I mean, we’re giving the birds a serious run for their money. This is the morning song of happiness and why wouldn’t you whistle it?
Then there are those of us who wake, dress and execute. There is no early morning analysis, conscious debate or reminder to self to approach the day with whistling. There is just being and doing – as that is what’s required.
This morning my 4 year old daughter woke at 5.45am as first light shone through her curtains. I heard the rustling of drawers opening, pyjamas being catapulted to the other side of the room and what I can only expect to be the resurrection of another inappropriate outfit combination. It’s Winter but apparently when you’re 4 and staying on your MaMa’s (Grandmother’s) farm in Byron Bay, that isn’t relevant. What is relevant, is the acute need to wake, move and execute.
I hear whispers between the generations – two voices of utter understanding and likeness. Their days had begun with awakening and gumboots. I hear, “We’ve got a lot to do this morning darling”, closely followed by “Ok MaMa” and clomp, clomp, woops, clomp, clomp – the awkward steps left only by one thing, over-sized boots.
It’s now 5.55am and the day has officially begun. There are horses to feed, manure to collect (and possibly bag & sell out the front later – some sell lemonade, others horse manure), barley to boil, stables to clean, fallen branches to collect, paddocks to mow and importantly, horses to rug, groom, ride and love. This morning ritual is one of action and execution. There is no over-analysis, payment for motivation or unauthentic whistling required. There’s just the need to get up and take action because we’re relied upon.
It’s a wonderful thing to be relied upon (by human or animal) and even better to do it with purpose and selflessness.
So my point is, let’s awaken with mindfulness by training our brains (and they can be trained) to be authentically happy without forced whistling, to approach our days with purpose because we’re relied upon (and we all are) and the ability to rise, raring to execute.
Thanks MaMa for the unspoken reminder that when sunlight hits, it’s time to get things done. Let’s not waste away our days, let’s get on with it. It’s a matter of mindset and it’s our choice – completely within our control.
Now for my morning meditation before the caffeine hit is ‘executed’. The disclaimer – mild contradictions are allowed!