It's Too Early. But Here I Am.
I kind of fell into a new routine by accident and it's been working out well for me. I used to try to stay up after my kid went to bed to work on music/website/blogging/gaming, but bed times have gotten later and I was getting disconnected from my wife because we just weren't getting enough time together.
So a couple weeks ago I tried getting up early. Like 5:30. Nothing crazy, just earlier than usual. I did some mobility exercises, made my coffee, and went down to my studio to work on music until my son woke up. It was great. I was productive, I was less grumpy and impatient (which has been a problem for a while). All things that my family appreciated.
So I continued to do it, and my body has just been generally waking up, no alarm needed. I'm glad about that because I hate waking up to alarms, even if the alarm is Moon Safari by Air.
Maybe it's because I'm sick, but this morning I woke up at 3. I've been coughing, having some congestion, a bit of a headache. So I took some drugs and got back into bed. Forty minutes of tossing and turning later, I was starting to think, "Maybe I should just get up and get some stuff done."
I'm tired and probably need the sleep, but it seemed like a waste to stay in bed and not sleep. So here I am. Getting shit done.
No coffee yet. I'll wait till closer to 5. It feels weird to make coffee too early.