For the last few years, I have been sleeping with a hat. It covers my eyes when I sleep so it is essentially dark in my head, even if the room or sunlight is bright in the room.
I am able to wake, but not evaluate the darkness. It allows me to drop back to sleep faster, but has the side effects that I can think about sleep without looking at the clock. Instead of waking because it’s bright, I have time to think, and decide if I want to be awake.
Each day, I don’t want to wake up. My mornings are tired. I’m not the morning person I was once so proud to be. I want to go back and sleep.
I set a personal time to start my chores. I strive to be out the door by 8am although I tend to stretch that to 8:05 or so. This is my rule.
I manage, but I will admit, my drug habit is a definite assist. I wake around 630 on average. Some days earlier but occasionally I am woken by the 7:37am alarm.
My morning prep is minimal. I could go from sleep to cows in 5 minutes if I needed.
Today I am blogging at 7am, pondering life as a farmer. A blogger, and a brother. I am content now, but don’t think about the future. I’m 60.
I play each day by day. Change happens. I don’t make it.