I hate waking up at 7:00 (more like 7:30 when snooze is taken into account… whoops)
But I love being awake and alive at 9:00.
The past two times I’ve had to wake up early I’ve felt absolutely vibrant after I finally get all the way awake. Full of ideas. Full of hope. Intelligent and energetic and appreciative. In love with life. In love with the faint misty raindrops on my face and the puffs of soft white breath. Feeling the power in my legs and my mind racing in a good way. Like I could take on the world. I smile spontaneously and randomly want to break out into sprinting, or skipping, or spinning around in circles till the world is a gorgeous blur.
I hate waking up early, but I love the way this feels.