I’ve been away for business this week. I’m staying in a hotel room with a big bed all to myself. Between my proximity to my meeting location and not having to share a bathroom or do a little girl’s hair or make sure a little boy brushed his teeth I should be able to sleep in, but I haven’t. Each morning I wake up an hour before my alarm. And it’s been wonderful.
I wake up refreshed and peaceful. I stretch and exercise. I catch up on the news as I get ready without rushing. I preemptively take care of a little work. I write a quick blog post.
Each morning after waking up early I try to go back to sleep. I try to take advantage of my chance to sleep in, but I am too awake.
Perhaps this is the luxury, to be able to get up early and get a leisurely yet productive start to my day.
Or perhaps–perhaps–it is so unsettling to be somewhere this quiet and empty that I can’t relax. Perhaps I need the din of rambunctious children and my husband listening to the news in the shower to relax me enough that I can go back to sleep.
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