Today was hard at first.
I grumbled to myself that if I was meant to get up at 6am to workout, I shouldn’t have to depend on an alarm clock. It should just “happen.”
As I unrolled my yoga mat and did some side stretches, I looked hard for something, anything, positive to think about. And I finally realized one huge gift in setting the clock.
Five days a week, that loud beep enables me to set the tone for my morning on *my* terms.
I wake up at the time I prescribe, not one determined by enthusiastic children jumping on me gleefully shouting MOMMY! MOMMY!
The rest of my work during that hour felt a lot more joyous after that.