I’ve accepted long ago that my best everyday moments aren’t meant to happen before eight a.m. In fact, the later the better.
While life continues to force morning routines upon my late-morning brain, I view the world more favorably if not faced with it before eight. Any earlier, I try to get my bearings in a world that is ten shades too bright and won’t stop making terrible, loud noises.
Being alert at six feels like punishment even if wired on coffee.
I love sleep, and prefer to let the world wake up in peace. Maybe the world needs its everyday moments as well. The way I see it, the early bird does not get the worm. No. Moreover, and tragically, the early bird does not get to lay out in bed, wake up gently, enjoy her morning coffee. It’s possible the early bird is bushed before dinner.
Oh, but I did try those get up at the crack of dawn routines. How did that go? I fell flat on my face and spent the afternoon thinking about my comfortable bed and soft pillows.
I hold early risers in high esteem. My husband is one. With a jam-packed schedule, I could use the extra hours, but after many failings, I understand such cyclical schedule has been set by wiring beyond my control.
Yes, I’ve accepted society’s demands of relatively early starts. I only ask for patience. And coffee strong enough to wake up the neighbors.
How is your morning/daily routine? If an early riser, do you find quality in the late hours of the day?