I am not a morning person. In comparison to some (I know some really anti-morning people!) maybe. But in comparison to most, hardly. The world just feels better after a
pot cup of coffee. I like the principle of being up early. It's the getting up part that I always seem to get stuck on.
Most mornings, by the time I get to the metro I'm engrossed in whatever song is on my ipod, making a mental (stressful?) list of things I have to remember to do that day, flipping through the newspaper while frustrated that the next train hasn't arrived yet, and calculating how fast i'm going to have to
run walk to get to work on time. But in the spare moment that is not spent worrying about my day before it has even begun, there's one thing that will pretty consistently make my morning a bit brighter.
I'm a smile hunter.
I love witnessing people smile at unexpected moments. Times when they think no one else notices, wonderfully distracted by their own thoughts or memories. Who knows what that smile could be about. Sometimes it's big, breaking into a laugh. Sometimes it's barely perceptible.
Those are the best.
It's a small reminder that we're all human. We all have stressful days, bad days, horrible days. But we also all have good days, wonderful, amazing days.
That we smile about later on a Monday morning metro ride.
So watch for those smiles. They'll surprise you.