I was browsing blogs this morning. Early this morning.
I spied a recent post , Morning People Versus Evening People.
Setting my alarm for 3:42 a.m. qualifies me for the early riser category.
I seldom hit snooze and I can’t wait to sit up and smell the coffee.
I s a v o r the quiet of waking when it’s still dark. Very still.
I put on my running shoes and race the world to break from the fog of night.
I prefer pre-dawn, not quite morning, still night, the rest of the world is sleeping, not even garbage trucks are out, no paper on the front porch yet time– to any other hour of day.
I get up early because I want to prepare.
I prepare for the day …before it has a chance to begin.
“Morning is always the best time to get people to make decisions because people are full of optimism in the morning. By 9am, nothing really can go wrong…”
Regardless of research, my husband is certain that I’m crazy.
My dad believes that I’m anti-social.
I let them know how much I respect their insight. And I make a face.
Regardless of family dogma, I have my facts in writing from the London Evening Standard.
I can rest assured tonight. At least until 3:42 a.m.