wake up really early again and find a corner on campus and write reflective poetry

I was up at 6… sometimes before 6.. on campus by 7.30.. sometimes before 7.30. and on those days, I would perch myself in a small corner and just sit,, and write, and reflect, and gather wayward thoughts and stitch them together in to something remotely constructive. I miss doing that. its been ages. it feels like years. not its hard to blast myself out of bed anytime before 7. and then its work. there has to be more to life than this, no?