I start seeing clients at 7am so I am up and out of the house by 6:30am. As the sun rises, I am already biking across the city. I love it. There is no better way to start my day than to witness the sun rise. It sets me right, no matter how much of the rest day I spend inside.
Of course, when the weekend comes, I laze in bed until late in the morning and take my time leaving the house. Except this weekend. I met up with two friends at Land’s End at six to go on a hike. We watched dawn come on all silver and light over the ocean and then walked along the cliffs down to Mile Rock Beach.
I was tired, sure, but I was so happy to have gotten up early enough to see the sun rise for me, on a day when I could enjoy just being there.
This has been a longtime goal of mine. When I was terribly sick with Lyme, getting up at all, and much more in the morning required so much effort. I had to push against deep fatigue and crippling pain and mental confusion. No matter how much I tried, I was constantly disheveled. Waking and getting up by eleven am was a feat for me. My days were very short, as I was invariably in bed again hours later. My dream during this time of my life to be able to get up at 8 am and have a morning so to be able to be awake and up this past Sunday, in time to watch the clouds and ocean lighten, turn silver and take form with friends was such a gift.