It’s been an exciting week for my fresh attempt at becoming an early-riser.

I had planned to take it slowly and push back my wake-up time to just 30 minutes earlier.

But my obsessive personality compelled me to jump in the deep end once again. I set the alarm for 5am Monday morning.

Monday and Tuesday I got up right when the alarm went off. Both mornings were productive writing sessions as I finished an almost final draft of my book, which included a completely new chapter.

I didn’t get to bed on Tuesday night until 1am so, for Wednesday morning, I decided to set the alarm for my normal 7:45 wake-up time.

I figured it was better than setting the alarm at 5am and then just sleeping through it, or trying to survive the day on 4 hours sleep.

Seems like it was a good decision.

Yesterday (Thursday) and today I got up at 5am again.

During my time yesterday morning, I spent about an hour sitting in front of the fireplace, fixated on the flames, then walked the dog in the park and stretched.

Today, I wrote a bit then read a bit in front of the fireplace.

So, Wednesday was the one day I ‘failed’. My mood was noticeably ‘crappier’ on that day. Whether it’s because I didn’t get a few hours of peaceful solitude in the morning or because I was judging myself as having failed, I’m not sure.

Either way, I’m encouraged to persist with becoming an early-riser.