For years, our alarm clock went off at 6:10 a.m. on workdays. I would be on my exercise bicycle by 6:20, at breakfast about 7:30, and off to work a little after 8:00. Back then, I knew what day it was. Now, not so much.
What I have instead I call my “morning moment”. I lie in bed and let my mind take me wherever it wants to go. I plan my day if I remember what’s on my calendar. I seem to be dreaming more lately, and I try to recall last night’s dream. I think about how my analyst might interpret it (if I had an analyst).
My morning moment is a luxury. It’s here to stay.