Day 3: 5:43AM

Success...
I awoke and quickly grabbed the clock. 5:43 am!  For a moment, I was so excited by one single thought:
 
Mission accomplished! Morning person status achieved!  I awoke before the alarm!

Then I came to my senses and realized that it was probably the obnoxious, howling wind outside the window that interrupted my sleep, not some miraculous overnight transformation into a morning person.  I guess I have the weather to thank for my accomplishments today.

I felt unusually clear-minded this morning.  So clear minded that I skipped the quiet groggy stage all together.  I walked into my friend's living room (I'm still stuck in Kwig), plopped down on the couch, and got straight to work.

Yes, work.  I returned emails.  I organized documents.  I updated websites.  I researched.  I worked!


However...
As productive as that felt, it's still not exactly what I'm looking to gain from my mornings.  My dream of the perfect morning would look more like this: Wake up, turn on a small light. Read some news while drinking coffee.  Go for a run.  Do some Yoga.  Take a shower. Eat some breakfast.  Paint a painting.  Write a novel.

Ok, maybe not all on in one morning, and maybe not in that order.  But these are the sorts of relaxed, wholesome, still, quiet, calm ways I want to spend my mornings.  What I hadn't considered is that I travel so much for my job.  In the month of November, I was only at my own house for 12 days.  That means 18 nights were spent on peoples' couches, spare beds, or classroom floors.  That means that over half of my mornings are not even spent in my own space.

I really need to figure out what it will mean to be a morning person while traveling.  What will that look like?  What do I want out of my mornings when I wake up on a classroom floor in a sleeping bag surrounded by desks, completely unmotivated to get up?