probably the most impossible thing. ever. why is it that a tiny, lumpy college dorm bed that is impossibly uncomfortable when trying to fall asleep seems like the most luxurious place in the world in the morning?
although i have to say. the few times that i have gotten up at 6 or so were great. i really do like that feeling like i’m the only person alive in the world when everything is just so quiet and peaceful. it makes me feel serene…and contemplative which is almost like an insta-meditation for the day. unfortuantely, i find it much easier to stay up until 6am than to wake up at 6am. but as that’s really not very constructive for a normal life i need to work on waking up earlier. easier said than done. sigh.
