I’m not a morning person. I have never been a morning person. I particularly don’t like getting up in the dark. But I think I can get up with the sun.
In high school, I used to try to get up early to study before school. I would just end up snoozing over and over, or worse, getting up, going downstairs, falling asleep on the couch and actually being late.
6 or 7 years ago, there was a period of time when I was working outside of the house and training for a marathon. Since I’d get home after dark and tired, I started running at 6 a.m. before work. I would have to put my running clothes next to the bed and when the alarm went off, dress and go out with as little thinking as possible. Usually during that time period, I’d get about 2 miles out to the turn around and when I did turn back, the sun would just be coming up, burning off the mist and filtering through the trees. It was always stunning. But, yet, the next day, I would DRED getting up.
I don’t like getting out of a warm bed into the cold air. I know, I know, I live in Southern California, how friggin’ cold could it be? Yet, there it is. It feels cold in the mornings.
I did manage during my week at the Shambhala Mountain Center to relatively cheerfully get up at 6 a.m. every day to get to the morning sessions. I would see the sunrise on the way to the Sacred Studies Hall, knee deep in snow, my breath a massive fog around my head. I think the structure of the day, having someplace I had to be in the mornings, really helps me get up.
In general, I’m never late for anything in the morning. I can take 6 a.m. flights, I can get to work on time, I can make it to morning classes. But getting up early, particularly before the sun is up, has never been easy or pleasant. Without something specific to get up to do, I tend to delay getting up, stretching out my morning in bed as much as possible.
It isn’t like it was in college or before of course, there are no sleep till noon days anymore. But sleeping till 9 or 10 for a 40 year old man feels indulgent.
I feel like the struggle every morning is not healthy. I feel like I’m sleeping too much. I feel like I could do more of my desired daily tasks if I could get started earlier.
I felt that way before I took a new job that is out of the house. And now I have a new job. Now I will be getting up, showering and dressing, driving someplace. Early. No more coffee machine to desk commute in my PJs, now I have to be presentable. Actually, I am looking forward to this. A lot.
I start next Monday, by the way. It doesn’t really feel real yet.
For the last 3 or 4 weeks I have set my alarm for sunrise. I look it up each night and adjust the time back a min every couple days. One of these weeks, sanvea and I were in Hawaii, so we rarely got up with the alarm.
Most days, I acknowledge the sun, turn it off, and sleep for another 30 min or more. A couple days, I have slept till 8 or 9. Today, I got up at 7:22.
It isn’t much of a success, but I haven’t given it up. After some time and some thought, I dared to put it here on my list of goals. To share it with you. Thanks for listening.