I’m not a morning person. After midnight is when my brain comes alive, even if I was up at 6am that day (only when absolutely necessary).
When I first started work in media, I ran on three to four hours of sleep per night. Then if I needed to, I’d pay back my sleep debt on Sundays.
By that I mean I would sleep from Saturday night until Monday morning, waking up only to drink water and pee. (Someone I know calls that “sleep-water therapy”.)
Getting out of bed anytime before 9am has always been a struggle but these days, I manage to force myself out of bed earlier.
Although I have no fixed working hours, the main “person” I answer to is my calendar, in which I time-block periods of time to do specific work — either for clients or for my own projects.
“If you wake up earlier, you’ll have more time to do your thing,” I tell myself. It works.
Even an extra half hour to slowly sip my coffee, to journal, to just sit and let my mind wander, is therapeutic.
I actively not worry about productivity, or the upcoming tasks of the day. I’ve already blocked off time to do those things — this is my time.
Somehow, it makes the rest of the day feel more surmountable.