I have grown to love the morning.
I usually am not a morning person and find my anxiety is at its highest when I first wake up. I have a tendency to stay in bed, tossing and turning, worrying and fretting. But lately I have forced myself to get up, feed the dogs and cats, enduring their early morning craziness, make the coffee and then when every creature has settled, I sit with a warm cup of coffee and just listen.
I try to use my DBT skills (mindfulness, awareness) and check in with myself.
I always hear the birds first, their chirping and tweeting cheer me. I listen to the slow breathing of now quiet dogs, sometimes punctuated by quiet "woofs" as they dream again. Occasionally I hear the chatter of squirrels as they fuss at the birds.
I listen to my breath, feel it moving in and out, calming me.
I watch as the world lightens, the sun peeking over the treetops, turning the world golden with promise.
Over the past few weeks, the trees have started to bud, pale green chasing away the winter's starkness.
Sometimes I pray, sometimes I just listen in gratitude.
Grateful to be here, I find the anxiety dissipates leaving me calm and ready to face the day.