Call it jetlag. It’s been a couple of days since being back home from a country from the other side of the world (read: Canada) and I have found myself waking up at 5am, 6am, and 7am. If this is a normal morning wake-up call for you, I have got to applaud you, dear morning creatures. I used to wake up at 9.
I love sleep. Almost more than anything, really. What makes it weird is that I clearly lack sleep during my holiday trip, and when I got back home, by 11pm I have stopped functioning and by around 6am, my brain starts beeping uncontrollably, forcing me to kick the blanket. If seven hours of sleep is always enough for you, well, usually I need at least 10.
Yes, I call it jetlag.
The weirdest thing is being a morning person is that actually, it’s really not a bad idea, if you really can wake up for it. Yesterday I finished creating a new eBook guide (and sent it to a friend for feedback, she told me to get an illustrator to work at the formatting and it would be awesome. Any volunteer? Oh, do I see your hand back there? You, yes you.) in two hours. And.it.was.still.seven.o.clock.in.the.morning. Can you believe it?
Another weird thing that happens is that I actually feel that I’ve got all the time in the world. Like, I already have a proper breakfast and it’s still eight in the morning! Never knew this could actually happen in my life.
I don’t know how long could I manage this condition, but when it lasts I think I ought to put it into good use (editing the eBook that’s going to be out tomorrow for the umpteenth time, for example).
Wishing you all a great, wonderful, lovely day!
Ps. I’m so, so excited (and scared. and nervous. and hyperventilating. oh my.) for tomorrow! Don’t forget to join my newsletter list if you haven’t to get my FREE eBook Swimming with The Sharks about life after graduation!
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