That, my friends, is what makes a gradual awakening.
So, uh, it stands to reason that if I don’t wake up and actually start minute day at the beginning of it, I won’t be having a gradual awakening, but rather, a gradual death.
Oh yes, that is what has been happening for me (I almost said “to me”.) I don’t have to get up for a standard j-o-b, so I stay up a little later every night and wake up a little later every morning until my morning is my evening and my day never happened. I have been living six or seven time zones to the West. Uuggh.
I know, I know: I’m supposed to get up at a certain time and then go to sleep when I’m tired. I have this graveyard shift thing ingrained is so deeply that I switch back to my old pattern within two days! Now, I love the morning light, and I love beginnings and newness and the excitement of anticipation, but I keep habitually returning to the dark side.
So — this is it: I am changing this if it kills me, and today I really had to drag myself out of bed before it all happened again. Then I charged myself with updating this blog to the newest version of WordPress and walking at least one-mile. I am happy to report that I did all of that, and I’m signing off so that I can do some more — but I won’t be a stranger. The whole thing is simply an act of will and even that doesn’t have to be dramatic, so long as I do it.