I awake, and it takes me a while to get going. If the alarm goes off and it’s a school day I am up almost instantly and brushing my teeth within about thirty seconds of my eyes opening. The morning runs like clockwork. If it happens to be a holiday or a weekend, I take ages to wake up. I like to lie and doze. I grumble and moan at the girls who get up too early. I am awake only when I enter the shower, or more likely half way through it. I am surly and short of temper.
Why then am I not like this when I am awakened so sharply by my alarm? Is 5:45 perhaps a ‘better’ time to get up? Do I perform at my best when my life is structured and organised almost to the minute? I think it is. I do my best work in the morning, up to around 11:30. If I could get those hours of quality writing in a day I’d be onto a winner and would have a book written no problem. Real life wins though and I always have to go to work. Boo! But at least I enjoy it, getting up is never a struggle; there is never dread. I’m writing this balanced on a bed in a Disneyland hotel, which is why it is so wonky and I can barely see anymore.