A sacred time in paradise
It’s 4 in the morning.
My alarm beeps at 3:30 am, but most times, I hit the snooze button for a few more minutes of sleep. Other times, I get up immediately, with groggy eyes and a big question mark hanging over my head.
“Why do I have to get up this early every day?” That’s a question I never fail to ask myself. I stay puzzled only for a few seconds, and then I remember why. I’m building a routine of daily productivity, a little trick that helps me reach my goals, one day at a time.
This is my favourite time of day because of the quiet and serenity it offers. In these early hours, it’s just me and my thoughts. Ideas come to me — so loud and clear — jostling for attention, and I can finally focus without distractions.
At this moment, I pick up my laptop, open a blank page, and start typing away. That’s where pieces like this come to life. I don’t worry about the world, about pleasing or appeasing anyone. This is my sacred hour, my space. No interruptions.
At 4 in the morning, I lay out the day ahead. I try to crystallize my thoughts and draft a list of tasks in order of priority. This is where I plan my day. Nothing happens without approval from the grand council of three — me, myself, and I.
In this early-morning bliss, time seems to disappear. My timer beeps every 30 minutes to keep me on track, but often I get so lost in the work that I forget to check it. I just want to stay in this moment. That’s not too much to ask for, is it?
By 5:22, I realize it’s almost dawn. Time slips away so quickly, and soon my beautiful ladies — wifey and princess — will wake up. They need me, just as I need them. I try to get as much done as possible before they wake. I love this quiet solitude, but I love my time with them, too.
Another day begins. And before I know it, it’s 4 in the morning once again.
That’s when I return to my little paradise.
