I wrote last week about how having different sleep cycles was helping me tackle domestic chores, but wanted to also talk about the joy of being an early bird.
I’m lucky that I get really good quality sleep (except for when highly stressed), so in the morning, my eyes usually pop open and I’m ready to spring out of bed. The house is silent, save for B’s snoring, and the potential of the day is entirely unexplored. Anything could happen.
There’s a peacefulness about working in the morning. I can pop in loads of laundry and tidy up, or write an article as I please. I can figure out my to-do list for the day or the week, knowing that the phone won’t ring and interrupt me, nor will my inbox be filling up with urgent emails. I don’t feel the need to hop on Twitter until it’s a more reasonable hour (although I confess, I do pop on and off sometimes in the wee hours.)
The agenda is entirely mine, and there’s a freedom in that. For this early bird, that’s much, much better than worms.