Lately I’ve been waking up a little earlier than usual and absolutely loving it.
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve never been the type to lie in. In fact I don’t think I’ve ever stayed in bed past 11am, let alone slept late. I was always the first up at sleepovers and am always the first to creep down and make a cuppa for any staying friends. I just find lying in bed so boring. Once the sun’s up why try to ignore it?
I’ve been told that my morning habits are really annoying. Ollie in particular hates the fact that I can spring out of bed at half seven – he probably hates that I then try to wake him up more… – but I have actually slowly come to love those few hours in the morning where I can set myself up for the day all by myself in the still of the morning. So, as ‘morning people’ are often associated with pure evil, I thought I’d write up a few of my early morning thoughts to prove that ‘morning people’ are people too.
The reason I like mornings so much is that I have such a terrible relationship with evenings. I am quite badly affected by SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder) and the sky getting darker means that my mood really takes a hit. I become slow and sad, stressed and sleepy (not in a cosy way) and it’s all just a bit rubbish. Mornings are a chance for a fresh start in the gorgeous white light of morning. (And hey, everyone knows that blog photos look their best when taken in the early hours…) Mornings also mean breakfast and that’s pretty cool too.
Having said that I adore waking up, I am terrible at the initial few steps if it is in any way forced upon me. I naturally wake up at around 7 to 7.30 every morning but if you set an alarm for that time I will hate you. So much. There’s something so intrusive about a loud noise bursting your sleep bubble, especially if you were going to do it anyway. For this reason, I am a bad morning exerciser. Morning runs, morning gym sessions, even morning yoga. I am a slow morning person. I like to get up and take time to eat and put on makeup and reflect. Force me outside in the cold and I will not be a happy bunny. Luckily for me, my evening workouts tend to help with my evening blues so it’s kind of a winning situation!
Mornings excite me. They mean the promise of something new, or even just the promise of the same. Sleep is a really powerful tool and shouldn’t be underestimated for its healing powers. The day before is put to rest and your body is allowed time to recover. Mornings mean trying again at things, carrying on with things with a fresh mind, or simply getting rid of things altogether. Waking up an hour earlier also grants you time to reflect and rest while completely alone. You’re given space to nourish yourself with food and to think about the person you want to be today. This level of alone time is rare as the day goes on as school, jobs, friends and family always find a way to jump in – even if just by sending a text. There’s something special about being the only one awake.
When you think about it like that, dragging yourself out of bed isn’t too bad, is it?0