I woke up this morning, as I usually do, without the annoying din of an alarm. I am extremely happy that I have reached an age where I don’t depend on an alarm to wake up. Over the last year I have learned to be more intuitive, more trusting of my body’s natural sleep/ wake cycles.
I woke up this morning and knew pretty much I wasn’t going to be able to go back to sleep. At the risk of sounding like I’m too much into my own head, I think I have a good sense of what my body is “thinking”. When I first wake up, it’s not an easy arousal. My first instinct is to fight it and get another half hour. But then my mind wakes up and I start to think about all the things I have to do, should do, could do. And then of course there’s the list of things that I should have and could have done yesterday.
I woke up this morning, pushed the covers off, swung my feet over the edge of the bed and sat up. I’m always a little unsteady, so I don’t immediately stand up. I take a drink of water from the bottle on my nightstand and give my scalp a good scratching. I probably clear my throat a couple of times because I have a healthy amount of post nasal drip. I stand tentatively because my ankles are not steady first thing in the morning. , search out one and then the second slipper, and once that’s done I shuffle to the bathroom.