I've grown to love early mornings. They were never my strong point growing up, nor even in my early adulthood. Granted, I don't love them enough to start getting up earlier and earlier, and certainly it will grow more difficult as fall comes along and mornings get darker and darker. Nevertheless, I had made a commitment to go to a gym class with my wife at 9:30, but I found on that morning that I really didn't want to miss my other, regular class at 6:00 am. So I hopped out of bed at 5:40 and went. And I received a bonus for it - I was the only student to go to the class, and got a little one-on-one yoga training with my very talented instructor. I was able to take another step forward in mastering a difficult pose, and I got the extra work of the 9:30 class in as well. Small joys, but they all add up, don't they?