The art of waking up

I took a random survey at work yesterday.

"How many people wake up to an alarm in the morning?"

"You mean every morning, or just weekdays?" asked one person, seeking clarity on the question.

"I mean on a regular work morning."

Every hand went up.

I can't imagine being jarred awake by a sharp sound.  I would dread it, fear it, loathe it.  Apparently, I might be in the minority.

I have vague memories of setting the alarm clock, but am really uncertain how far that goes back, possibly to my radio morning show days in the 90s. Outside of those rare mornings when I have a super early flight, I get up at 5:57 (ish) every morning - weekdays and weekends - completely on my own.

In fact, I begin emerging from my dreams between 4 am and 5 am.  One quick glance at the glowing numbers in the dark lets my brain know how much time I have left for sleep.  I guess the real test of this would be when I wake up if I didn't have a digital clock in my field of vision.  That happens sometimes, when we're on holidays.  I don't like it.

I love mornings, which perhaps helps my enthusiasm level to get out of bed in the first place.  It is my undisturbed writing and social media time when my brain synapses are firing on all cylinders. The moment I ease awake, I begin thinking of the day ahead, and what I might write about in my blog.

Part of my routine right now is to weigh myself, though that only happens when I'm on my program.  I had a slight bump up this morning, my first increase since I started about 10 days ago.  Damn those munchy snacks (nuts)!

I typically scan the social media universe before I do anything else, being sure to wish my Facebook gang a happy birthday.  That list varies from day to day, but I make sure to send a quick personal message to each one.  After I check Facebook, Twitter, LinkedIn and the Fort McMurray Today, I make my coffee and solidify what I am going to write about.  Some days, it's obvious; other days, it is quite unexpected.

I've learned to trust my instincts with my blogging practice.  I ask the universe what I should write about, the answer appears, and I write.  It seems to work for me, providing a perfect way to start my day: with words, ideas and stories.

When it's time to go to work, I have been fully awake for the better part of two hours.  This explains why I'm so tired on the other side of the day, ready to shut off the brain when the clock hits 9:00 pm.


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