October has come and gone, and I still don’t like mornings. Maybe I never will. But I will say this… mornings are nice once I am actually up. The first 15 minutes or so stink no matter if it is 8am or 5am. Ok, it’s a little worse at 5am, but still, it’s basically the same.
This past month, I got up about 20-30 minutes earlier than I had been on average. That isn’t crazy early, but it still gave me a little time to get settled and ready for the day. In that sense, it was nice to be up. I thought maybe I could progress to earlier wake-ups as the month went on, but I wasn’t kidding when I said I am NOT a morning person. This is going to take some time. Plus, on many nights I stayed up later than normal, watching the Detroit Tigers tear up the A’s and Yankees, and then lay an egg in the World Series (so frustrating).
I’m planning on continuing this little morning exercise, hoping to bring it back 15-30 minutes more over the month of November. My little French press is going to get some extra wear and tear.