I often get up really early in the morning, even on weekends. The reason why isn’t because I’m a morning person. In truth, I really don’t like getting up so early. I’ve always been one to sleep late. When I worked in broadcasting, I was the morning news anchor for three different radio stations. I hated crawling out of bed at 3:30 or 4:00 in the morning, especially in winter.
When I moved to Outlook, I really loved my job and the place I lived. So getting out of bed early was easy. Now I’ve moved here, to Humboldt. And while the place is alright, I’m not exactly comfortable with the entire work environment. There’s clandestine talk, people complaining about people, and an aspect of hostility from some co-workers. Yet, I still get up early in the morning.
This is due to a different reason.
I find the most peace, tranquility and happiness in my waking hours when I’m by myself. At home, or in a coffee shop, or grocery shopping. So I get up early. I wake almost as the sun rises (which around here, is about 3:30 to 4:00 in the morning).
Even on weekends I do this, because I enjoy spending as much time in the sun as possible. Or around the sun. Or safe in the knowledge that the sun is up, even by looking out my window at 10:00 in the evening and seeing the sun’s rays still lighting up the world as it sets.
This gives me a great deal of comfort. It even gives me a great deal of comfort when it’s cloudy, because I’m still safe in the knowledge that the sun is out. The world is bright, and everything is safe.
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