As a freelance journalist who doesn't need to take root at any office, except my work-sharing space whenever I'm in the mood, I don't need to get at any particular time. I always try to be awake by 8:30 a.m. so I can take advantage of my morning. But last week, and from now, getting up at 7 a.m. has been my go-to wakeup time.
It started randomly on Tuesday when I couldn't fall back asleep, and a part of me thought: Damn, now I'm going to hit that fatigue wall at 1 p.m. But isn't anxiety all just fear about being afraid of something that hasn't happened? Thankfully, no wall was hit, let alone lightly flicked, and my energy levels kept surging way past 5 p.m. and even at sundown I wasn't feeling the expected grogginess I'd always associated with an unusually early wakeup.
Maybe this is me getting all adulty, or my body's sleep rhythm requiring fewer hours with shuteye. So I decided to repeat the 7 a.m. wakeup on Wednesday ,then Thursday, and each day I got more done with my journalistic assignments and poetry work. That dip rarely happened, and when it did the eyelids might have drooped but never to the point where I needed to nap. P.S. Not a napper, never have been. It feels like such a sleep-tease.
I remember listening to Tim Ferriss podcasts in which he interviews successful entrepreneurs about their morning habits, and so many of them got up before 8 a.m. I practically felt embarrassed recounting my startup days and stretching awake at the luxurious hour of 8:45 a.m. (my work day started at 10 a.m.). In lieu of that shame, I'm now feeling empowered to wake up at 7 a.m. on weekdays from now on, in order to chomp on more hours during my day and go to bed at a reasonable hour.
If you told Teenage Dave he'd willingly wake up at 7 a.m. without requiring such an ungodly disturbance to my inevitably thrilling dreams, he would've flipped ya the bird or something equally '90s. And I wonder if that dude could've swallowed his instinct to sleep in til 10 a.m. and try an early-morning regimen, even if it was simply an experiment for the sake of science.
Yeah, I agree. No way he would've done that back then.
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