Sunrise

It’s 2:57 AM right now, and I’ve been wide awake since 11. I fell asleep in my spot on the couch, but woke up when my legs and hips started hurting. I tossed and turned for a few hours, but the pain wouldn’t let me sleep. So here we are. I’ve given in and taken some meds, and I’ve got my cup of coffee in hand.

This isn’t so abnormal. At least, not for me. In fact, for me it’s abnormal to sleep all night until 6 or 7 AM. A normal night for me would be to fall asleep around 9 or 10, toss and turn most of the might, and finally get up around 4 am for a cup of coffee and some pain relief.

There was a day when I thought getting up any time before 5 am was crazy. That wasn’t so long ago; only a year and a half or so. Now getting up at 4 is just normal to me.

 

But don’t feel bad for me. In a lot of ways, getting up before the sun is a blessing. Who else gets to watch the beautiful sunrise every day?

 

As a stay at home mom, I generally don’t have a lot of time to myself. Getting up so early allows me to have some time to myself that I wouldn’t have otherwise. I get uninterrupted time to read, talk to God, and work on my blog. For most people, that’s a decision between sleeping while the kids are sleeping or getting the laundry done. The pain won’t let me sleep, and I can’t get off the couch (also the pain), so I can spend some quality me time guilt free. See? It’s all in perspective.

Dirty window, pretty sunrise.

Dirty window, pretty sunrise.

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One response to “Sunrise

  1. I don’t often have nights like these thankfully. I do love to watch the sunrise. I remember there was one time when I was on a train back home from uni, with Frank Turner on my iPod, watching the sun come up. it was a lovely feeling. I should make tie to do it more often.

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