As a former employee of a pretty popular retail coffee chain, I’m used to getting up early. I woke up at 3:30-4:00 am five or six days a week for over four years. I think my body has spent the better part of this last year trying to make up for all those lost hours of slumber.
I have such a hard time waking up now. If I didn’t set an alarm or remind myself of pending deadlines and obligations, I could easily sleep for most of the day. If I were to take a break and lie down at any point, I’d be out almost immediately. I just love sleeping. I want to marry sleep, impregnate it, and then watch it give birth to a litter of naps.
While I work from home most of the time, I still attempt to keep a pretty rigid schedule. That means getting started at 7 am. Not waking up at 7 am, but actually working by that time. It doesn’t always happen, but that’s the goal. Today, the only reason I woke up was because I heard Kristen leaving for work. At first I thought the alarm just hadn’t gone off yet, but I could tell by the amount of sunlight this wasn’t the case.
There are better ways to start your day than waking up two hours after you intended to. The worst part? I vividly remember setting the alarm on my cell phone. Turns out that was actually just a dream and that doesn’t do you a whole lot of good in reality. Also, who dreams about setting alarms on their phone? Seriously? That’s the extent of my imagination? To that I say Bah!
Anyways, I’m going to attempt to play catch up here and salvage what’s left of my morning (nine more minutes!). Take care, friends and we’ll see you next week!
