I have a freakishly weird routine where I wake up pretty much everyday between 5.37am and 6.30am. The only time this is disrupted is if I’m hungover or holiday, or both. Mornings are my favourite time of day, I’m not sure why in all honesty, but I read something somewhere that successful wake up early. I don’t know if I’m one of these successful types, I don’t hit the gym in the AM, nor do I get to work early but I do enjoy the following about this time of day…
No traffic, no beeping horns, no drunkards shouting past your window or throwing up. Perhaps this doesn’t apply totally to me as a Londoner, but the ‘silence’ is great for deep thinking about my life in general or the day ahead…
You might have work, you might be spending the day in bed, you might even be going away (you lucky thing). But the anticipation I feel in the morning is enough for me to wake up every day and feel thankful for who I am and where I’m going.
This links in with the silence and the anticipation, but I find solace in my solitude, especially in the morning. It’s the one time of day, I am alone and I don’t feel conscious about it. Having time for yourself is important. Enjoy your solitude.