THAT’S SO MID: THE POWER OF PAUSE

It’s the middle of the month, and the moon is waxing gibbous, meaning more than 50% of it is illuminated and well on its way to being full. My boyfriend and I have been getting up at ‘first light’ each morning for an exercise that encourages being outside during the transition from dark to light. (It’s an exercise Wayne Dyer recommends, but he advises not to publicize it, so I’ll leave you in the dark on that one.)

The night before our first practice, we Googled the time for sunrise and set our alarms accordingly. But when we stumbled outside the next morning, bleary-eyed and far from bushy-tailed, we were greeted by a sky that was already lightening. Who knew that ‘first light’ and sunrise are about twenty minutes apart? That ‘first light’ is even a thing?

Sometimes, I find myself amazed—and forgive the vague platitude—that I learn something new every day. It flies in the face of the negative platitudes I grew up with, like “You can’t teach an old dog new tricks” or “It’s all downhill after 40.”