Today was the first time in a really long time that I woke up super early in the morning. Now dont get me wrong, it was horrible awakening. I was just lying there, fast asleep, probably looking super peaceful like a princess in a fairytale, when I was awoke by a strange buzzing. Like any newly awoke princess, disturbed by something out of the totally ordinary, I got up and checked behind my curtain for the source of the buzzing; but low and behold, there was nothing there. So it being just before 5am, i decided to crawl back into my nest of a bed and snuggle down for a little more shut eye – I hadn’t fully woken up yet anyway, what did it matter if i got a few more hours sleep? Well, I was settling down, when it happened again. I could hear the buzzing, loud and definitely in the room. Now I should probably stop here to explain, I am deathly afraid of bees, wasps and hornets to the point where I will almost burst out crying if one came too close. So can you imagine what I saw when I turned on my light and looked up? Yep you guessed it, right infront of my face a hornet that seemed to be as big as my arm, just hanging there on my curtain. And not just any Hornet either, one of those rare able-to-kill-a-human Indian Hornets. Needless to say I yelped (well done Hana for showing strong women everywhere how its done…). Well in charged my knight in shining armer of a mother, with her trusty (and slightly loud-barking kind) side kick Jace, who saved the day for the shaking damsel in distress (me… the woose) from the scary monster. They got the horrid thing from the room and we all attempted to get back to sleep. Except, well, as you can imagine I really struggled to get back to sleep, so I settled for reading my book until a time I deemed to be close enough to morning – 7am.
Honestly, it was probably one of the worst starts to a morning I’ve ever had, beside my slightly awful last morning in Greece – oh wait, did I mention that during my Greek study tour (which you can read about here) we got stuck in the Athens airport for almost 14 hours? Oh sorry, yes we had to sleep on a freezing cold marble floor, which was lovely for maybe the first 5 minutes in the heat and then agony for the next 5 hours we tried to sleep. As you can imagine, we gave up on such endeavours. Anyway, we’re off topic. Despite my god awful morning, its been so productive and actually lovely! After i got over the fear of something being in the room that absolutely wasn’t any more (thank you mother, my hero!!!) and I enjoyed a lovely book, which is almost finished, had some wonderful cuddles with my dogs and proceeded to have a rather relaxing walk with my boys (also the dogs) on the field by our house. I even went for a swim! And it was all be fore 9 am this morning.
These last couple of months I have shifted from being an early bird, to well, someone who sleeps a lot. Like seriously, Im not much of a night owl, so i was still going to bed around 10 and staying in bed until at least 9. I’ve been so tired, its made me lazy. And I hate it. I really really do, but with university exam season coming up, my Greece study tour trip (where we walk over 70 miles in 2 weeks, and I slept about 5 hours a day) and every essay under the sun due in, I’ve been so tired. All my friends had this really lovely 1 month break in-between everything, but my study tour monopolised half of that and the other half was dedicated to another module called Athenian Drama. Long story short, I’ve been so tired, I stopped being a morning person.
Since being home, I’ve been trying to get up a bit earlier everyday.I love getting up earlier, because it makes me feel productive. What is the point in sleeping away most the day. And with the sunny weather right now how can you not want to have a morning walk along the field in the sun? It seems silly to sleep through that. This morning, I’ve really realised how much I love being up in the morning, having more of the day ahead of you and more things to get done. I can just hope that from now on I can go back to being my morning loving self.