Us, Morning Birds

We all have a morning routine. We are, after all, creatures of habit. I have noticed that our most peculiar habits are centered around what we do when we just wake up. I’m sure we all have our peculiarities.

Some of these peculiarities I have not been able to forget. I have known someone who’s very first task of the day used to be to smoke a cigarette so he could go to the loo (it used to make him ‘go’). Another friend of mine does not like to be talked to when she eats her morning cereal. I know a lot of people can’t seem to truly wake up till they’ve had their morning coffee. In Kerala (Indian state), the men wake up at 4 AM, take a bath and rush to the temple to pray. Whatever else they have to do comes after that. Some read the morning paper first thing, the world won’t function if they don’t find out what’s going on in it as soon as they wake.

My morning routine used to be a cup of coffee while I stared out of the window, and spent the time planning the day in my mind. My coffee and my solitude were all I needed after a good night’s sleep to make the rest of the day productive. Ofcourse now with my ten month old son scooting around the house demanding my attention, that solitary quarter is hard to find. Now the day starts and ends with catering to his every need. But I consider this a routine too. Soon enough I will fit right back into my morning coffee routine, and then I will miss this. Don’t we all?