Early bird gets worm … most of the time


LIMG_9906ooking back over writings I have from a year ago, I have realized that I am fickle in my opinions. Last year, I had an extreme dislike for the mornings because I had to start the day off super early. I would roll at of bed between 4:30 and 5 a.m. to get to swim or weight practice. I will be the first to admit that I was a bear. I snarled at people and had a grumpy attitude all day.

I have recently come to the conclusion that it was my dislike for two-a-day swim practices that led to my disgruntlement. I was in a continual state of sleep deprivation and stress. Now that I have moved on from those grueling morning workouts, I find myself enjoying the promises of what a morning has to hold.

One of my favorite parts of the morning is experiencing the sensation of waking up. I love the slow awareness of opening my eyes and recognizing it is a new day. I am warmly tangled in my blankets and feel content and appreciative that I am alive. Then I quickly reach over and tap my alarm clock off, because my sister does not necessarily appreciate being called out of her dreams at 5:30 a.m. like I do.

On the occasional mornings that I am unprepared to get up right when the radio plays, I hit snooze and try to fall back to sleep for just a couple of minutes. I make it a goal to only hit the snooze button once every other day. Otherwise, I would never actually get out of my comfy bed.

After getting up, the first place I drift to is the kitchen in search of the coffee pot. Usually, my parents are also up and shuffling around and a fresh pot of coffee has been made. In a dazed state, I grab a mug and Hazelnut creamer to fix the coffee up. High school has forced me to depend on coffee to help me kickstart the day. The warmth and smell usually has me waking up as I make my way to the couch.

The couch is my favorite place to lounge after waking up because it is soft, cushiony, and a nice transition from my bed. There I can swaddle myself in a blanket and decide what I want to do to begin the actual day. I can comfortably read, study, stare or think. Being still gives me both the time and the quiet to appreciate the newness of the morning. I am lucky that my five siblings would rather sleep in, because I don’t have to hear them running and screaming all over the house.

I love the quiet household for another reason, though. Early morning is the time when I have the best brain capacity. I can get my homework or studying done much faster because I can concentrate better. When my brain is at its sharpest, my time management skills are also much more effective, and my productive level is through the roof.

Because I love the feeling of accomplishment first thing in the morning, it makes going to school a little easier. I feel as if I have things under control, and I have checked at least a little bit off the to-do list for the day. Since I have learned to appreciate the morning and be more productive, I look forward to continuing this routine in the future.

While I understand that some people would call me crazy for embracing the early morning, it doesn’t bother me. In fact, I am looking forward to early classes next year. To all those 8 a.m. college classes, here I come!

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