There are one thousand reasons why I may end up waking earlier than I ever would have thought possible only a few short years ago. Enough reasons, in fact, that you can't take them all out of the equation on any given morning. More often than not, I'm up early.
I like the chance I get to think... think about dreams, think about the plans for the day, think about nothing at all. I like the chance I get to breathe... deep breaths, slow breaths, mindful breaths. I like the chance I get to choose to get ahead in to-do lists, or just sit.
It doesn't take long for the time to come when I am joined by the Others in the house- breakfast is needed, chores are waiting, errands need running, business as usual... but the time that I claim between my waking and the rise of the rest of the house has become a time I treasure just for me, and for that pause, learning to become an early riser has been so worth it.
Early to bed
Early to rise
Makes a [gal] healthy, wealthy, and wise.