I've never been a morning person, so I'd dearly like to know why I keep waking up at 6am and, (and this is the freaky bit) actually getting up. When I first started on this self-unemployment thing about six years ago, you'd be lucky to see me out of bed during the hours of daylight at all, but recently I've been up with the larks and actually enjoying it.
I wonder if there's some sort of gene that doesn't get expressed until you hit 30, but which eventually results in your pineal gland going into overdrive at even the slightest chink of light. I'm also suffering from a bizarre feeling of smugness every time I prise my sorry arse from the bedsheets before 7am, as if I have somehow managed to achieve something worthwhile.
On the other hand, (no pun intended, honestly) I'm very glad that I'm not in the position of having to cut my own arm off in order to cheat death as did Aron Ralston when he was pinned down by a boulder in a climbing accident. I can't imagine (especially at this hour) how horrendous that must be, although to be honest, I'm not really trying that hard.
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