Classic night owl, I feel the most energized if I am awake outside of those hours, and my mind tends to generate some of its best thoughts when the world settles in to retire about ten.
On a good day I allow myself thirty minutes to shower, remove the previous day’s mascara, dress, apply a fresh coat of dark lashes and lipstick, and don earrings and a necklace.
But I can’t tell you how many times I hit the snooze one or two times.
I have become quite proficient at readying myself to be out the door in fifteen to twenty minutes.
The effort is like one giant groan, this hour of the day that is so contrary to my internal clock.
I’ve said many times that the only good thing about that hour is seeing the sun come up.
I am so grateful for the mornings when the light is not hidden behind clouds.
When I hit the highway and see this, the orange blaze seems to wash away my fatigue, and I can feel my spirits rise with the sun.
Soon…