Have you seen the 6 a.m. sky in London on a winter day? It looks miserable.
One of the habits I am trying to cultivate lately is waking up early. I am so sick of myself rushing into things that I have decided now it is time to change it. I have decided on setting my own clock one hour earlier. The experience is both painful and magical.
The struggle starts from the night before. Around 10pm, my usual entertainment time (aka Netflix), I already need to get ready for bed. So I have to move up my digital indulgence. And, it of course affects my activities prior to Netflix.
It is a chain reaction. I find myself writing down time slots and things I do in each one of them. Or, more precisely, automatically “float” into with no particular reason. And I am beyond shocked at how much time was wasted on meaningless activities that I couldn’t even name.
I haven’t reached a state that I am happy with my daily routine yet. No, I am still working on it. But the effect starts to show. Now my morning is calmer and more productive than ever. And the good feeling spills over to the rest of 24 hours.
Life might be a given. But living is an art. And you know what, no matter how bad the weather of the day might be according to BBC, there is always a glimpse of sunshine when time approaches 7am. It brightens my entire day.
Dreamerella 