This week has not been the best for my early starts. Almost everyday, I have set an alarm for 4am. Which, if I hear it, subsequently becomes 5.30am. And then 6.30am. And then 7.30am…you get the picture. Every single day this week, I have slept through my alarms, woken up later than I expected and had a delayed start. Indeed, despite being asleep for longer, I often feel more shattered and exhausted if I wake up later.
This cannot just be excused on pure tiredness. Some nights I was stewarding at Warwick Arts Centre, meaning I didn’t get back home until later. On other occasions I would be working too late, even when I had told myself to turn off the screen at 9pm and not a moment later. At points I would be reading too late, even when I knew this would mean my start the following day would be delayed. It can all become a vicious cycle. Sleeping late one day means you have to do more work that day, so you are delayed getting to sleep, go to bed later and therefore…wake up later! It didn’t help that this week has been the week of the cold. Yes, while I had the traditional fresher’s flu, a cold to conclude term has arrived at my doorstep. It is thankfully not too awful, but I have reached that state where you suddenly become aware of not being entirely with the world. Of course, that’s no different from usual for me (!) But the whole situation was slightly more wearisome than I can manage. However, today has been the exception. This morning I was up at 4.55am on the dot, ready to listen to Steve Allen’s musings for two hours. I used to do this everyday without fail, especially over the summer. That hasn’t happened so much recently, mainly because I’ve been faced by essays and the overwhelming joy of reading, much of which I’ll be continuing over these winter months. Yet despite not getting to sleep until quarter to midnight, I was awake, as wide awake as you can be. There is just something so satisfying and refreshing about being awake so early. For some reason I do feel far less tired and attentive with the world. It is so nice to hear the world so quiet, have only the sound of radio chatter greet my ears. I feel in the calm before the storm of people rushing around leading their busy lives. At that time of day there is nothing but perfect reflection as the world wakes up to embrace the world. I know that my sleeping patterns will always vary. The sleep industry is on the rise as people, when they do manage to sleep, try to track the perfect sleeping patterns. I will never manage to go to bed at the same time, life dictates that the sleeping will vary. But I am pleased to at least aspire waking up at a socially acceptable time and make my mug of tea. Even if that is hours after I had intended…
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