The most I can say right now is that I’m an aspiring early riser. I’m torn between the soft comfort of my bed and seeing the sun rise over the mountains (which I’m doing right now) and getting a jump on the day. Does anyone else have this dilemma? Did you resign yourself to one or the other? A couple months ago I committed to a morning routine…and it went really well, for about a week.
Today was a happy exception. Fiona’s pregnant and not feeling well, (no, that’s not the happy exception!) and woke me up early this morning (that’s not it either). She promptly went back to sleep. I got up, did a variation of that morning routine from oh so long ago, and made myself an omelet and a smoothie with so many strawberries that I tastes like I used half a bottle of grenadine. That’s a good thing.
Bloggers like Steve Pavlina, Leo Babauta, and Dumb Little Man have helped me a bit with the early rising but I’ve still got a ways to go. If you are one of those consistent early risers, what made you decide to do it? How did you commit? Or are you one of those people that naturally pop out of bed at civil twilight perky and productive? (We hate you). Thanks for your comments!