Early Mornings

I enjoy writing while the world’s asleep all around me.  And since I’ve always been a morning person, that tends to be when I write.  The early mornings.

My internal clock’s gotten very happy about this, and I suppose it’s now trying to please me by waking me as early as my mind can handle it.  Or maybe my own commitment level is such that I can’t allow a simple detail like “nighttime” to get in the way of my arising as soon as I sense myself anywhere near the tattered edges of wakefulness.

And so it is that this week twice already I’ve awoken around 2:10am, bright-eyed and writerly.

Here’s hoping I pick up the ability to nap.  It’s not one of my current skills…

candle at night


About sputnitsa

Born in the US, I grew up in Africa and the West Indies, and returned stateside in my teens. After a decade in international development, democracy work, and inclusivity training for domestic NGOs, I joined Peace Corps, and after a year, experienced my first Russian invasion. I followed that up by volunteering with refugees and youth, and after some vacation time climbing minarets and mountains, I returned to New York City, where today I work on social justice with college students, produce short films, and write.
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2 Responses to Early Mornings

  1. ralfast says:

    I know the feeling, then I roll over and go back to sleep. 😉

    • sputnitsa says:

      And I always hope this morning I’ve woken up because something amazing’s about to happen 🙂 Then again, each morning one wakes up is amazing in and of itself. 🙂 Still, I hope that comes true in the writerly sense too…

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