Yesterday I wrote in the morning. My mom had a doctor’s appointment, and I woke up too late to work out but early enough that I had a bit of time to spare before leaving. The rest of the house slept, and I sat at my desk and put together a few words into a post. I forgot the quiet of writing while everyone else sleeps, the certainty that I shouldn’t be doing anything else in that exact moment. I miss that type of quiet.
I wish I could will myself awake every morning, but I press snooze most days and burrow back into my pillow. Soon, I will be waking before everyone else but in a mad rush to get things done before everyone else awakes, too. School days make it hard to fit everything into a morning routine. If I don’t work out in the morning, I’m unlikely to do it the rest of the day, except for a possible walk later in the evening. Trying to fit writing into that sliver of time usually doesn’t happen.
Some summers I try to creep my alarm earlier and earlier as school gets closer, so I don’t feel shocked when it starts to go off before 5:00 a.m. It feels tough to do that this summer, because I’m staying up too late, and the kids are up late, and basically I’m making excuses for not doing it. (It’s currently 11:32 a.m., so I am not writing this in a house where everyone is sleeping.)
Tomorrow, I will try to get up a little earlier, and maybe earlier still the day after that.
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