Boys and girls, let me tell you a magical story.
Once upon a time…there was a girl who loved to sleep until at least ten every morning. It was pleasant, and since she didn’t have to be anywhere until 1:30 in the afternoon, it worked well for her. Then one day, she began to wake up earlier than ten. Way earlier. Like, 3-4 hours earlier. And she was okay with it.
Did you guys know that 6 and 7 a.m. are real times? I used to. Back in the days of school and such. They weren’t times that I enjoyed acknowledging the existence of, but I put up with their existence. Since I started working at the lab a little over a year ago, I’ve been on a schedule where I stay up quite late, and don’t get up until sometime in the ten a.m. hour.
Something weird has been happening, though. For the last week and a half, I’ve been waking up consistently between 6 & 7 a.m., every single day. Without aid of alarm clock. It even happened Tuesday morning, after I’d been out doing karaoke and pancakes until 3 a.m. Crazily, I’m finding that I’m not even that tired. I’m a little tired, but not the mind-numbing exhaustion that I normally feel when I have to get up that early.
I mentioned this fact to my mother and the boy, and both gave me the same answer (which was a little freaky since I had the conversations with each person separately). They both were in agreement that I now have a reason to get up in the morning and not hide under the covers. Which, the more I think about it, I realize is true.
And kind of funny.
And pretty awesome.