This post was originally published on 10th November 2018 and updated on 30th August 2020
I love being the first to wake up, especially at the weekend.
When I first moved in with my now ex, I was always the first to wake and would lie in bed reading or checking my social media until he woke up. He’s not an early morning person, so that would quite often mean I would be vegetating in bed until midday waiting for him to wake.
Just thinking about this gives me a fuzzy head.
We’d get up around midday, shower, eat and wouldn’t be out enjoying the weekend until perhaps 3pm. If we were night owls this might’ve been more understandable. Instead, 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 would give myself half an hour extra in bed just to make sure I was fully awake and to let my mind catch up with my body. But after that, I was up.
There are so many things I love about being the first to get up.
I love the silence of the flat, except for the occasional the creaking of the radiators as they splutter into life, 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 coffee or a herbal tea.
I love to hear the rest of the world stirring; the sound of people starting to go about their weekend; the local shopkeepers starting to arrive to open up their businesses; 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, giving me the opportunity to reflect on the working week thats just come to an end, or to contemplate the opportunities that lay ahead.
I also find mornings the best time to write.
How do you like to spend your mornings over the weekend? Are you an early riser? Or do you prefer to sleep in, catching up on sleep and rest from the week just gone?