On the Inca Trail, time felt relative. I woke just before dawn and sipped tea as I watched the sun rise. I hiked for 10-12 hours, and by the time I made it to camp and finished dinner, I was collapsing into bed.
According to my Fitbit, I was waking up around 5am every morning and falling asleep by 8pm that night.
Four days isn’t a long time, but it was just long enough to reorient my internal clock, and now I think I’m a morning person.
Sure, I can’t keep my eyes open past 9:30pm anymore, but sleep comes easily and I’m grateful when my head hits the pillow each night. And in the morning, when my eyes flutter open to sun coming through my blinds, I don’t roll over and hide under the covers. I pop out of bed as though I have 10 more miles to hike and breakfast is waiting.
I’ve always wanted to be a morning person. It seems like most successful people are — but more than that, the days I’m able to wake up early and have some time to myself before I head off to work are my very best days.
Pouring coffee in your own mug and enjoying it quietly while listening to music in your PJs is one of those small comforts that we rarely afford ourselves. And for me, it brings so much joy to my day that it feels foolish to hit the snooze button for just a few more minutes of sleep.
But I also know that this is fleeting. One trip to the west coast and I’ll be spun the other way, staying up till midnight and dashing out the door to work 15 minutes after getting out of bed.
Maybe my sleep schedule won’t always be this peaceful, and it may never be this easy to get out of bed again, but knowing how blissful these quiet mornings are after returning from my trip has made me want to be a morning person all the time. And hopefully this becomes a new habit I can make a permanent part of my routine.