Early To Bed, Early To Rise
The best part of being an adult is that you get to do whatever the hell you want. The interesting part about that is that as adults, we rarely do the things we thought we were going to do all the time back when we were kids. Like snorting a pile of blow off every surface in your Grandparent’s home or staying up really really late to watch bad TV and eat Pop Tarts. I know it’s crazy and hard to believe, but I don’t do either of those things as an adult.
As an adult, it feels really good to go to bed around 11pm and wake up around 7am. It grosses me out to even say that, because even when I was 19 or 20 I kept thinking about how I couldn’t wait to get my shit together and figure out how to work for myself because there was nothing more dreadful than waking up at the crack of dawn for school or work. Give me the crack of noon, please.
I like the early morning hours because it feels like “off the grid” time for me. If I wake up at 10 or 11, the Internet and outside world is already functioning and getting things done and I feel like I have to get to work right away. If I wake up at 7am, there is much more enjoyment to be had in sprawling across the couch for coffee and blog reading and Weeds watching before making my way to the coffee shop and/or my inbox. I wake up and complete tasks at a more reasonable pace, and I can’t even explain how good it feels to be getting out of bed because my body says it’s time, not because I overslept and am now tired all over again but have to get things done even though now I’m going to be a crabby mess all day.
It probably helps that I like what I do, so that might be an unfair advantage. Most days, I wake up and want to get to work right away because I am excited to finish some copy and send it to my client or get started on a blog about something I thought of while showering at the gym the night before. It’s a much different feeling than waking up at 7:30am to go to work in a horribly outdated ad agency, which made me feel like I spent the previous night beating my head with a bunch of hammers… or snorting blow off my Grandparent’s coffee table. It’s hard to tell.
Moral of the story: I spend a lot of time thinking about how I really need to get my shit together, but small victories like waking up early and using it to become more productive make me feel like I am doing alright.March 5, 2013
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