I have never been a morning person, but I have come to treasure these quiet mornings, when there are no distractions and when I can read and write and think uninterrupted.
It has seemed to me, once I passed the teenage years where I physically couldn’t get up, that being up early in the mornings adds so much time onto the day.
That’s not to say it can’t be too early. I am not a morning person, and I can’t get up to enjoy the quiet on weekdays…5:45 is too early as it is, and having to be to work by 6:45 leaves no time for the quiet expansion of time for reflection and writing, except on those rare occasions where I either get to bed by 8:30 or I can’t sleep.
So I enjoy these quiet times on the weekends. When summer comes, I will probably spend a bit of time catching up on my sleep, but after that, the early mornings will resume.
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