Healing through words 😄

If you had told 12-year-old me that one day I’d willingly wake up before the sun, I would have laughed and then gone back to sleep.

Mornings were my enemy.

The alarm clock felt like a personal attack. My parents’ cheerful “Wake up!” sounded more like bad news than a greeting. I’d bargain for “just five more minutes,” knowing full well those five minutes would magically turn into fifteen.

Back then, mornings meant school, homework, uniforms, and responsibilities. Nothing about them felt exciting.

So, what changed?

Life happened.

Somewhere between deadlines, endless notifications, and the constant rush of adulthood, I discovered something I never expected: early mornings weren’t the problem. My relationship with them was.

Today, waking up early feels less like a chore and more like a gift.

Before the world gets noisy, there’s a rare kind of silence that almost feels sacred. The streets are quieter. The air feels fresher. Even a simple cup of coffee tastes different when you’re not rushing through it.

There’s no pressure to reply to messages. No endless stream of emails demanding attention. For a little while, the day belongs only to you.

I’ve realized that the first hour after waking up often sets the tone for everything that follows.

When I wake up late, I’m already chasing the clock.

When I wake up early, I feel like I’m leading the day instead of running after it.

It’s not because I’m suddenly a productivity expert or someone who has life completely figured out. Trust me,I still hit the snooze button sometimes.

The difference is that I’ve learned to appreciate the things I couldn’t see as a kid.

As children, we value excitement.

As adults, we begin to value peace.

That’s why mornings feel different now.

They’re no longer about getting ready for school or rushing out the door. They’re about having a few uninterrupted moments with yourself before the world starts asking for your time.

Sometimes I don’t do anything productive at all.

I sit by the window.

I watch the sunrise.

I water a plant.

I read newspaper, to catch up with the world.

Or I simply enjoy the quiet.

Ironically, those simple moments often become the most meaningful part of my day.

Looking back, I don’t think I hated mornings.

I hated what mornings represented.

Responsibilities,Rules, Schedules.

Growing up taught me that mornings can represent something entirely different: freedom, clarity, and a fresh start.

It’s funny how life changes our perspective.

The things we once avoided often become the things we protect the most.

So yes, I used to hate waking up early.

Now, if you ask me the best time of the day, I won’t say Friday night or Saturday evening.

I’ll say those peaceful early hours when the world is still asleep, and for a brief moment, it feels like the day is giving me a head start.

Maybe that’s one of adulthood’s greatest surprises,not that we change, but that we finally learn to appreciate what was always there.

What about you? Is there something you couldn’t stand as a child but genuinely enjoy now? Share your story in the comments, I have a feeling I’m not the only one who made peace with mornings.