Morning person

I have never been a morning person, and no matter how much sleep I get in a given night, I always struggle getting out of bed in the morning. I have tried every tactic, read books on sleeping, subscribed to blogs about how to fall asleep at night and how to wake up in the morning -- but nothing seems to change my ways. 

For a whopping two days in a row, I have gotten out of bed before 6am. Before the sun even peeked its head above the clouds I meditated in the stillness of the early morning before easing into my yoga practice. Afterwards, I still had ample time to drink my coffee, shower, and get ready without having to run out the door in a frazzle. 

With the subways still stagnant in North Brooklyn and no sign of fixing them any time soon, I biked into work, even in the brisk late-autumn temperatures. By the time I arrived at my desk, I had already enjoyed the day, and work seemed like less of a prison sentence. The days are more manageable, I'm better able to focus on the tasks at hand, and rather than procrastinate and put off those menial tasks I can't stand to do, I have instead been blowing through my to-do list, still with energy at the end of the day to cook and enjoy my time alone at home. 

This is not meant to brag. This is not meant to encourage anyone to follow my lead. This is not assuming I will maintain this lifestyle forever. This is rather a way to document how utterly splendid and lively I feel. Tomorrow when the alarm goes off and it is still dark outside, I hope that the first breath into my lungs fills the rest of my being with this feeling of buoyancy and aliveness so that I may embrace another day with an open heart and mind, letting my lightness spread to others