I got out of bed at 4:30 am this morning.
This is unheard of for me, unless it is to go on holiday...
No, I'm a 8 or 9am riser normally. In fact I am pretty sure I was a marmotte in a previous life, as each day I go into a near state of hibernation.
But this morning, my man got up to get ready for his early shift, and normally I only just wake up enough to say "good morning, are you tired?" (I always worry he doesn't get enough sleep, you know since I sleep so much...).
This morning though, impossible to go back to sleep, for my mind was preoccupied with this "time to be more prolific" statement I made yesterday.
So I got dressed; put on my red clogs thinking they would alert my man I was strangely up, saving him a fright; went straight to my studio; nodded a bit; had double my usual portion of toast with my morning hot chocolate (which is probably 4 times more than an average person eats, but it's 4:30!! how am I going to last till lunch time?!); did a few chores; and came back to the studio to gather my ingredients of the day...
I think I might even go for my first ever 6:00am dog walk in the lovely morning light. I should make the most of it, it may never happen again!