I let a machine to determine the start of my day for the majority of my life.
No matter how exhausted I was, how deep in a dream I was, or how late I went to bed, it made no difference.
The alarm went off. I did what I was told.
However, I switched it off one day. I also didn’t switch it back on.
The Initial Days Were Disorganized
Initially, I slept in too late. missed appointments. felt bad. My internal clock was not in sync at all.
Oddly enough, though, I also began to focus more on my feelings after opening my eyes.
The buzzer was not startling. No immediate tension. Only the light of the morning.
Discovering My Own Tempo
A week or two later, an odd incident occurred.
Naturally, I began to wake up practically simultaneously.
I didn’t have to. However, my body was prepared.
In fact, I was rested.
Being Woken Up vs. Waking Up
Although it’s a minor alteration, it has a profound impact.
Mornings no longer feel obligatory, but rather like an invitation.
Rather than when I hear a sound, I wake up when my body says, “Okay, let’s go.”
