6 AM & Going
I was up at 6 AM today. 6 AM, ya dig?
That may not mean much to you if you're a normal dude, who goes to a normal job, who works a fulltime gig, who abides by the times that it is conventional to wake up in the world today - though a Polish friend did recently say 'what are you crazy? No normal person gets up that early' when I wondered if he got up at 6-7, so maybe it's not as totally accepted a cultural norm to be an early bird as I assume it is after all?
At least not in Poland. And at least not in a variety of other countries, I'd imagine. Like how early would you assume people generally get up in South America, or on small tropical isles and tax paradises, or on Hawaii...
What do I know though, maybe they greet the sun over there. Maybe they worship it even more than I do, and view it with wonder and warmth when it rises through the vast blue expanse of ocean that greets them every day when they look out the window like Jocko Willink at 4 AM!
Sometimes I feel like I should too...
To what though? To get up at 4 AM? To live in Hawaii?
When I occasionally spontaneously wake up way earlier than I wished to wake - like today, I question at least the first of these crazy resolutions... the latter seems better. Hawaii seems more a paradise than maybe even the Philippines does - though people seem equally kind in both places.
But getting up early is tiresome y'all.
I've been up for four hours and then some at this point, and I don't feel like my time has been particularly well-spent thus far.
Though I am doing things. And I assume the reason I woke up in the first place may have something to do with how I simply feel there is much to do, and subconsciously feel like I don't have time to sleep right now, and thus - although it is not truly in my best interest, my mind wakes my body, and forces me to go about my day even with inadequate amounts of rest.
I've been typing away in a daze so far.
But I am doing things. I am getting somewhere...
At night I've finally been reading through the books I bought on a gift card from work a couple of years ago too.
The gift cards are a Christmas thing there. Every year we get a different one, and that particular year it was for Adlibris, which is a local book site with a breadth of literature in all possible genres.
I chose three books at random, and then some (I mean I think there was money left for something more - I'm pretty sure I bought something more - don't recall what though), and those books have been lying on a shelf in my room untouched... until now.
I read through The Invocations first - on a couple nights and flights (review TBA), and I've just started on Wish of the Wicked now.
Neither are really the type of book I was expecting from the title - I didn't actually bother reading a synopsis of either - I like a surprise, but the first was great, and so far this one's captivating too, though a little girly. I have the magnum opus Weaponized in line as soon as I'm done with this one.
At least I hope that one's the opus magnum.
It seems more like the kind of book I'd normally read. A bit more action. A bit more superficial a story too, probably...
Superficial or no though it feels good to read.
It not just instantly enhances my vocabulary and richness of imagination, but also really is a good way to wind down at night before you go to sleep. I'm getting better habits thanks to these books, slowly but surely, though not so surely I ought be getting up at 6 AM...
Anyway, on with the day. Felt like writing. Back to doing.
In a daze albeit, this day'll be great.
