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How to turn good mornings in to gold mornings



Wake up, wake up, wake up crowed my alarm. I struggled in the dark to kill it. It’s not even morning and the alarm started to ring, I grumbled.  I could hear my aunt murmuring something and my mind was not yet awake to understand it. I pulled my pillow closer and hugged him. We both hid under the bed sheet and snuggled together.  As I travelled through the world of bliss, the alarm started again. No it is not the snooze feature. I am way past snooze. It is the second alarm of the morning. The first one was to warn me and this is the actual alarm. I snoozed this for a few stolen moments of sleep and reluctantly climbed out of bed. I picked up my brush, my brand new Colgate 360 Charcoal Gold toothbrush. New things bring a smile to your face and when it is the first thing in the morning, it is even special.  I slowly started brushing and the bristles were soft yet it cleaned my teeth properly. I took my coffee cup and started reading through the messages. Do they ever sleep , I wondered. 357 messages in one night was definitely high. Maybe due the difference in time zones and I would feel a small world in the group. I skimped through the messages and replied for a few. Then comes the Good Mornings in different format and styles. Maybe it actually means to tell that we remember you or to wish us a good day. It still felt good to be remembered. I am not sure what the day has in store for me but this was surely a motivating factor. I replied them and started the chores of the day.
This would be helping my aunt in cooking.  I am not a great chef. But can still qualify for a cook in the kitchen. I am good at cutting and preparing ingredients and follow instructions to the dot. This is also the time we discuss the happening of the previous day and also the plans of the day. I spend some time in reading the latest news. This gives me some time to know the happening around me and also gives me time to relax. Reading and writing are always great stress busters for me. I always feel the urge to read or write at the start and end of the day and also in whatever time I could find.  My inspiration comes through various sources and sometimes from within. I spend over an hour to get ready.  I strongly believe in spending as much as Me time as possible. This is probably the only time when we get our ourself. Maybe that the only way to turn good mornings to Gold mornings. #Colgate360GoldMornings #goldmornings

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