Laughing to myself the other day realizing I used to think waking up early was a waste of time.
When the thought occurred to me, i was standing outside watching the birds flirt and a little squirrel dance with seeds he’d just found. It was around 5:33 am and the light had just enhanced the world around me. I smiled to myself, and even snickered out loud at my earlier limited thinking.
Having ‘the whole place to myself’ used to be a key reason I gave for not wanting to get up before dawn. What would I possibly do at that time, I wondered?
Now, my most favorite time of the day is when it feels like the world is sleeping and i have the whole place to myself. Turns out, I should have been asking myself what I COULD do with that time. I get a ton of stuff done between the time I wake up-and-when everyone else seems to emerge.
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| found this juicy little book at a vide in france this past summer |
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