Become a cheerful early riser

Even though I amazed myself by getting up at 5am for almost an entire month [the last 3 days were necessary sleep-in days], waking up early didn’t become a habit, and I was very far from being cheerful in the mornings.

There must be a compromise between getting enough hours of sleep and waking up early. I’m going to try a new goal of waking up at 6am each morning. Maybe this is the key. I’m going to keep experimenting with this until I find the right mix and blossom myself into a happy early riser.

The lack of sleep is blurring my vision. My balance is slightly off and I’m feeling loopy. A friend helped me connect all the dots today, causing me to smack my forehead exclaiming, “This is why I’ve been feeling so off lately!”

Getting up at 5am is great and I love the feeling of the earliest morning, but I still go to bed at 11pm, leaving me with only 6 hours of sleep – when I fall asleep right away. I’ve turned off my alarm for the weekend to get myself back into my rhythm. Then, I’ll decide if being a morning person is worth the risk of turning into a raving lunatic.

Slept in until 6am. Had a 3 hour nap in the afternoon. Maybe my body’s telling me that I need more sleep. My sleep is solid lately, though. I’ve had two full weeks of great sleep without having to struggle. Coming from having chronic insomnia for many years, this is the best gift I’ve ever received.

I’m getting into the spirit of being an early riser. Despite my weird and scary neighbour giving a very loud late night karaoke performance last night, I still got up at 5:30am. One of the reasons that I can get up so early is the thought of having fresh bread for breakfast. This really pulls me out of bed.

There’s 10 days left on this goal and, so far, I’m a: Not So Grumpy Early Riser. I’ll use these next few days to work on getting the Cheerful part down.

After I get over my initial grogginess, I’m excited for the new day. I cherish these early mornings when the city’s still asleep and the cosmopolitan buzz has yet to hum. It gives me time to focus myself. From 5am to 7am, it’s pure tranquility.

I turned up the volume on my radio alarm clock so that I’ll be jolted into wakefulness. Waking up to smooth jazz music gets me in a good mood, but it’s so soothing that I end up semi-dreaming. I got out of bed again at 6am this morning even though my eyes officially opened at 5am. I like it best when everything’s still pitch dark and feeling like night time. So 5am is best, by the time it’s 6am the sun’s already started to rise along with the outside noise.

Must try harder. 5am is good. 5am is good. Must get up at 5am.

6am out of bed. It’s okay because it’s Saturday. I nibbled on cheerfulness and breakfasted on tranquility this morning. It’s odd that it doesn’t last throughout the day. I noticed that I weave between happy, calm, annoyance and anger. Do you do this too? I want to stay more on the positive side, though the negatives give my days their spice. Everything has to be felt to be lived.

You know! waking up to jazz music is starting to liven my mornings. I woke up happy today, and my eyes opened before the alarm went off signalling that my rhythm is aligning with my mornings. I felt calm and tranquil all morning. I even did some yoga. Oh yeah!

I changed my radio alarm-clock station to jazz music and I woke up in a lighter mood. Instead of Justin telling me how he got his sexy back and Gwen pronouncing that she’s no holla’ back girl, I woke to sensual melodies that softly lured me into the morning. And best of all, there was no news to tell me how bad the world is, which always made me want to hide in my warm bed and not come out.

Something’s definitely changed in me because since yesterday I’ve only wanted to listen to jazz music, and got annoyed whenever I heard a mainstream song. Mainstream & hip-hop were mostly what I listened to before. Now suddenly I’m jazzy. Well, change be so.

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