What a lovely way to start the day
Apr. 5th, 2011 09:16 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
xelaI've been making an effort for about three months now, with some success, to sleep regular hours. Without the external constraint of a job to go to, I haven't been setting my alarm. Which has for the most part been a plus, because, in addition to feeling better in general on account of getting neither too much nor too little sleep, I also get to feel better about myself for naturally waking up at a reasonable hour.
But it does lead to the occasional morning like today, when, having not gotten to sleep til about half past midnight, I woke up, saw "6:09" on my bedside clock, and rolled back over thinking No! I'm going back to sleep. But I know from experience that would be the first step down the road to having even more trouble getting to sleep at a reasonable hour tonight, and a bigger fight to drag myself out of bed tomorrow morning, and ultimately to a completely fubar sleep schedule.
One of the things I do to help myself sleep is play my collection of nature sounds on infinite shuffle in iTunes. This morning when I woke up, it was playing something that features a drowsy string section over wind through trees and birdsong. So, rather than risk it lulling me back to sleep, the first thing I did, once I decided to get up, was log in to my MacBook to pause iTunes.
And that's when I got my first delightful surprise of the morning: the music stopped — but not the birdsong.
First time this year I've heard birds chirping in the morning. Perhaps spring is finally actually here.
Got dressed, went downstairs to make breakfast — and out the door to the back porch, I saw this:
My general well-being was, just barely, sufficient motivation to drag myself out of bed. But that view, accompanied by the crisp morning air and birds singing as I stepped out on the porch to take pictures of it, was totally worth getting out of bed for.
But it does lead to the occasional morning like today, when, having not gotten to sleep til about half past midnight, I woke up, saw "6:09" on my bedside clock, and rolled back over thinking No! I'm going back to sleep. But I know from experience that would be the first step down the road to having even more trouble getting to sleep at a reasonable hour tonight, and a bigger fight to drag myself out of bed tomorrow morning, and ultimately to a completely fubar sleep schedule.
One of the things I do to help myself sleep is play my collection of nature sounds on infinite shuffle in iTunes. This morning when I woke up, it was playing something that features a drowsy string section over wind through trees and birdsong. So, rather than risk it lulling me back to sleep, the first thing I did, once I decided to get up, was log in to my MacBook to pause iTunes.
And that's when I got my first delightful surprise of the morning: the music stopped — but not the birdsong.
First time this year I've heard birds chirping in the morning. Perhaps spring is finally actually here.
Got dressed, went downstairs to make breakfast — and out the door to the back porch, I saw this:
My general well-being was, just barely, sufficient motivation to drag myself out of bed. But that view, accompanied by the crisp morning air and birds singing as I stepped out on the porch to take pictures of it, was totally worth getting out of bed for.
