The First One Up
it's like heaven at 5a
Being the first person awake is like being in a cozy sleeping bag on a chilly night.
If I can wake up with time to drink a cup of coffee and journal a bit before anyone else is around, that’s heaven. It’s the time of deepest thinking. It’s the time of the least stress.
When I’m up early and I can look at the day that’s before me, it takes the edge off. I feel more grounded. Ready to face everything.
My biggest problem? I feel almost the same way at 11p. I’m my most creative late at night. My internal editor goes to bed at 9p, so by the time 11p rolls around, the creativity can just go wild.
I’m told that if I just get more rest overall, then I can have both feelings. The empowerment of the morning and the creativity of the night.
Somewhy I’m resistant to it. There’s a rebellion impacting the sleep for me. Even when I deal with sleep at the right times, I sabotage my time a bit.
Wake up. Check email. Play games. Read news.
At night I read the most exciting of books in the blue light of my phone.
On some days (and today isn’t one of them), I follow the intention of the day before. I do the thing. And it feels like a cozy sleeping bag on a chilly night.
I need more time in a cozy sleeping bag. I think we all do.