the light of day
My body is obviously trying to tell me something. That’s the only reason I can see that I keep waking up between 5:05 and 5:20 a.m. practically every morning.
And trust me, I’m NOT a morning person.
Granted, I usually go back to sleep for another hour or so, but still. 5 a.m.!!!?!?? It could be that, here in the Land of Enchantment, the sun is getting ready to rise. It could also be related to the big, half-moon-shaped window above the bed in the master bedroom of our rental house that is letting in the light as it creeps above the horizon. But light has never been an issue in determining whether or not I continue sleeping. I used to be a heavy sleeper. I also used to sleep in til 10 or later back in my days of being a bartender.
Maybe this is all just a precursor to actually having to wake up at a certain time because the universe did have a job plan for me. But that is still 2 weeks away (and only a couple of days since getting the firm offer and working out the details). And this early wake up call started several weeks before this new position was even a thought, much less an email in my inbox.
It’s been 15 months since I was on someone else’s time clock, so I know it’s going to be an adjustment getting back into a M-F work schedule. (Even today, I kept swearing it was Sunday. That happens when you’re not in a routine.) But even this kind of adjustment won’t require me getting up earlier than 6, so what’s with this early morning invitation? Maybe it’s telling me to get up and be productive. Stretch. Meditate. Journal. Even get out and walk, checking off that daily exercise box as “done” even before most of the neighborhood is up and about.
Or maybe it’s just my body telling my brain to stop with the bizarre dreams that have surfaced of late. There was the one where I woke up scratching at the ants I’d just dreamed I had sat in.