A tweet has haunted me for months that read, "give yourself the gift of waking up at 5 am."
Personally I can't think of any greater form of self harm than getting up before dark. So maybe thats why I couldn't resist trying it.
This morning, I got up at five and snuck in in an extra three hours of writing before mom-in-a-pandemic duties began. I went to bed early in preparation and therefore It didn't kill me.
And it almost bothers me how much more clearly I write in the morning versus at night (like I'm too sleepy to say anything but exactly what I need to.)
We'll see how it goes.
The early bird, etc.