Have you ever listened to a song hundreds of time and never really gotten the message? Funny how circumstances have a way of changing your perspective and giving you a new type of clarity.
what you would refer to as a night owl. Early mornings are much dreaded
in this household. My children included. It's not that I set out to be a
night owl. I actually do pretty well in the winter and early spring
months. Then the dreaded daylights savings time comes and throws off my
Once April rolls around my sleeping
pattern is all over the place. I missed an hour here. I slept an extra
hour there. The day is not over and I am running on empty so I catch a
little nap, or at least the intention is for it to be little and it
turns into a two hour drool fest. Of course that night I'm not tired so I
start going to bed later and later. Before I know it, June rolls around
and my new bedtime is past two in the morning.
we are in August and I have been going to bed anywhere between two and
four in the morning, pretty much for the last four months. However this
week I had to go for some medical testing. I made the appointment and
the receptionist tells me since I want a first available appointment it
will be at 7am. That just means be here at 6:40am to fill out paperwork.
The office is about twenty minutes away so that means I have to leave
the house around 6:20am. Goodness what if there is traffic? That means I
have to leave at least ten minutes earlier. So how do I wake up at
5:00am when I have been going to bed at 4:00am? Preparation is necessary
to pull off this Hudini trick.
Three days before the
much dreaded 7:00am appointment I have to sacrifice sleep and wake up
early. I need to reset my internal clock. That day I wake up three to
four hours earlier than usual. It takes me about forty-five minutes to
actually get out of bed. Forty of which I am just telling myself that I
need to get out of bed.
I start my day. All of this early morning
sunshine is foreign to me. My eyes can hardly focus and now I have this
spotlight shining right in my face. No matter which way I turn it is
there. This first day is horrible. My heart is beating in my chest as if
it is trying to escape. My body is dragging every second of the day.
Food is not even a factor considering my eyes are the only thing awake
on my body. I turn to my old friend coffee. I drink all eleven ounces
with such hope and such love. It feels amazing to finally have some
positive feeling in my body.
The day lasts forever and
it is now 10:00pm and my bed had been calling to me about the past three
hours. I go to sleep before eleven that night. I sleep longer than
anticipated, about ten hours. It feels good waking up before noon. I
feel like I can get so much done because I have so many extra hours.
today my streak continues and I woke up at 8:00am. Suddenly I want to
go for a walk and get some exercise. I want to be one with nature. I
want to feel the hot morning sun on my skin.
appreciation for morning hours pops song lyrics into my head. Oh,
Michael Buble, you make me smile. It's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a
new life for me and I'm feeling good. Oh yes, the song takes on new
meaning today. So in the famous words of Mr. Buble...