Waking up is hard to do
I’ve been getting up earlier this week, trying to get my hands on the day before it gets its hands on me. Not so that I can get more done, but so that I can do more for me.
If you’ve lived with me, you know this isn’t my modus operandi. I’m quite alright taking the second shower. And I’ve tried this before. I’m sure my roommate in Cambridge fondly remembers the couple of weeks I kept my alarm clock in the hallway.
That one didn’t stick, but I’m trying again. Because there are things I have to do and things I want to do, and the earlier in the day I get to them, the more potential there is for the latter.
I wouldn’t call this an epiphany because it’s less birds chirping and more me grumbling while the coffee brews, but it’s true what they say: there are less distractions, less people who need a quick sec, less barriers to doing what I want to spend my finite energy doing in the morning.
I’m just as annoyed as you are that all those morning joggers were on to something, but just because these truths are hard to hear at times doesn’t make them any less true. When you’re ready for them, they might still be hard, but they’ll finally make sense.
The key to a permanent habit (whether there’s a literal bed involved or not) is finding the what that gets you out of bed. Most of us are still trying to figure that out. For some of us, it’s not too late, but the list of things we have to do and the people we have to take care of is lengthy.
This is only day four so I might be singing a different tune next week, but I feel closer to finding my what, and that’s worth getting up for.