So…
I reaaalllyyyy didn’t want to get up at 7am this morning. I had a late night podcasting, I was really tired, but I’m committed so I did it anyway absolutely convinced I’d stay up for an hour and then go back to sleep.
Nope. I knocked out all the shit I wasn’t able to get done this week instead, walked the dogs and then had breakfast with Liz.
Dope. It was dope. I got SO MUCH SHIT DONE just because I woke up early.
And it is finally getting easier to get out of bed. The determination helps, certainly, but the consistency is also starting to sink in. My bio clock is resetting.
Speaking of…gotta do it all again tomorrow. Night night.