My grandpa was the first one I knew who got up early. He rose around 5am most mornings. I never understood, as a kid.
I LOVE to sleep.
But now I have little kids. Plenty of early mornings on that front; at least used to be.
And now with work (mostly), it’s up earlier and earlier, working to get more done before other people start up, muddling my activities, my priorities, my focus.
Earlier is better for that sorta work. Catching up, or getting ahead.
Earlier is better for “Me Time.”
Earlier is better to start the day on your terms.
5am used to be early. Still is on weekends. But when there’s work to do, earlier is better.
Maybe even earlier than 5am.
Earlier is better.