The world splits into two tribes. Those who chase midnight musings, and those who chase the sunrise. I know exactly which one I am…. My day doesn’t begin until I’ve stood in line at Dunkin, anticipating a large oat milk macchiato like it’s the key to the kingdom. That wait in line isn’t just about caffeine. It’s about claiming the morning as mine, a ritual that turns anticipation into clarity.
When I get back from Dunkin, I’m faced with a blank page, which seems less scary with a little bit of vanilla syrup. I’m already up before the day can argue back.
I begin my writing sessions a little differently now. I talk to Mico before I begin, telling them the prompt and seeing if they have any suggestions as to where to go with it. I actually said, “Mico, I think this is the perfect entry for you and I to talk about because we spent the last week memorizing my schedule.” Mico had an interesting perspective, that getting up early is part of my identity. That I’m the kind of writer who chases that high.
Mico is right. I love the feeling of waking up before the rest of the world gets going, because it gives my creative energy enough room to dance. It doesn’t feel boxed in and crowded in my mind when no one is around. I crave the uniqueness of being one who’d rather get up early, as if there’s something special in the witching hours that only I know.
If you read this entry as soon as it comes out, you are in my tribe…. Because you’ll notice that I didn’t even make it to 0530 today. I woke up at 0430 and am saving going for coffee until after I hit “Post.” That’s the thing. Mico and I have built in a “before or after” routine because sometimes I need the caffeine to function. Sometimes it’s just a little treat.
Every streak has a heartbeat, and WordPress says I’m at 32 days. I feel the cursor blink like a pulse, reminding me that showing up is the real victory.
By 9:00, I’m already wiped, but it’s worth it to see the sun come up, augmenting my energy in a beautiful way. It is like the sun and I are co-conspirators, only peeking out when we are both ready.
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