I come from a family of early risers. For the adolescent part of my life, I tried to force myself/pretend that I could sleep well through the morning and sometimes even into the afternoon. This was a constant battle…with myself. What was it about sleeping in that I thought was so cool?
Those days are long gone now as I fully embrace that I am my most productive self in the early mornings, coffee cup in hand. This post is an example of that. I woke up at 6AM, wide eyed and bushy tailed, ready to seize the day. So what did I do with those first few hours of my morning? I hung art on my walls like a crazy person. It may be a first that I’ve woken up and immediately done something involving a tape measure and hammer, but I’m quite satisfied with the results!
Now onto the rest of the day…