I love being the first to wake up in my household, especially at the weekend.
That makes it sound as though there are more than two of us living here. There isn’t. It’s just me and Ali.
When we first moved in together, I would lie in bed reading or checking my social media on my phone until he woke up. He’s not an early morning person, so that would often mean I would vegetate in bed until midday waiting for him to wake.
Just thinking about this gives me a fuzzy head.
We would get up until around midday. We’d then get up, shower, eat and wouldn’t be out enjoying the weekend until perhaps 3pm in the afternoon. If we were night owls this might be more understandable. But we were going out for a couple of hours in the afternoon to grab what was left of the day, going home, eating, watching tv and then going back to bed again.
I soon became frustrated at the chunk of the day I was missing out on for not getting up early.
So I started to get up more or less when I woke. I might give myself half an hour extra in bed just to make sure I’m fully awake and to let my body and mind catch up with each other. But after that, I’m up.
There are so many things I love about being the first to get up.
I love that the flat is quiet, except for the creaking of the radiators as they warm up and, the sound of the early morning London traffic outside.
I love the short walk across my flat to the living room blinds, and being the first to let the daylight pour into the flat, come rain or shine.
I love to be the first to walk into the kitchen to switch the kettle on, followed by the first smells of either peppermint tea or as is the case this morning, camomile and spiced apple.
I love to hear the rest of the world stirring. The sound of people starting to go about their business just outside our flat. The local shopkeepers starting to arrive to open up there businesses for the day, the sound of the flats around us waking too.
Yet, despite the sound of the city coming to life, my morning world feels calm, allowing me time to think if I chose to, giving me the opportunity to reflect on the working week thats just come to an end, or to contemplate the opportunities that may arise from the day ahead.
I also find it the best time to write. I will quite often sit and write a couple of blogs before Ali even begins to stir.
It would be nice to wake up together sometimes, but I just can’t lie in bed all morning waiting for that to happen.
Happy Saturday all x