Today, I was really tired. I’ve been on this kick where I’ve been waking up earlier and earlier without the aid of an alarm clock. It’s by far, one of the strangest things that’s ever happened to me. Anyway, last night, I didn’t get to bed until the very wee hours of the morning, and I ended up waking up about four hours after I hit the hay. Which wasn’t exactly the plan. It also didn’t help that I had a full day of work ahead of me, and a 401K meeting.
This is the first time in my life that I’ve not only been eligible for a 401K, but also making enough that I can both pay my bills and invest some money. I’m pretty excited about this. However, the hour and a half meeting I attended was mentally painful. And kind of confusing. And generally a bad thing to be attending when only about half awake.
The longer the meeting went on, the more muddled my brain got. Basically, I know I got handed a pile of paperwork, and that it should make a lot more sense than it does. Also, I learned that at my age I’m apparently supposed to be aggressive in my investing, or else I’ll get old and be poor. Honestly, it was all I could do to follow which page we were on in which set of papers out of the pile.
Thankfully, I’ve got until Monday to figure out how I’m going to plan for the future. Hopefully, I’ll get some sleep between now and then.
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.