The morning, like the very late night, can be a very weird place unless it is carefully and accurately considered. I’ve poured over two a.m. and the perils of late night thought before, deciding that it is both the most dangerous and the most fruitful of creative times. However, seldom do I see the dangerous along with the good in the early morning hours after we open our eyes from sleep, when the sun is back to keep the dopamine levels up and the possibilities of the day are yet ahead of us.
Unless rightly considered, the morning can bring with it an isolation that in today’s media infused world leads to a terrible cycle of grasping for social needs. Maybe my brain is the only one that works this way, or perhaps more realistically the only one that works this way early in the morning, but I’ve read too many books and too many social media ramblings to believe that this isolation is unique to my situation.
Anyway, I scribbled this morning about the out-streched arm of social needs and how dangerous it can be in this media world and then, of course, a funny thing happened. I betrayed my own early morning disdain for all things social and technological and moseyed on over to the depth of the Feel Good Lost scrolls and found a lovely little shout out amongst the babbling that just so happened to change the way this particular morning will be viewed.
So here’s to changing the way things are viewed. Here’s to the ways we realize that things are not as heavy as we once thought. Here’s to having the morning rightly considered as opportunistic and new rather than silent and alone. And most of all here’s to early morning Moomba, the truest and most effective of kick-starts to a good day.
RIVERSIDE MOTHERFUCKER!!
