Rise, Shine, and Sip: Confessions of an Early Morning Soul ☕

Some people hit snooze three times. Me? My body doesn’t even know what snooze is. Sleeping in has never been in my vocabulary. Like clockwork, my eyes pop open early — sometimes before the sun, always before I want to admit it.

The Early Bird Problem 🐦
While other people are blissfully tucked in at 8 a.m. on Saturday, I’ve already let the dogs out, scrolled through my thoughts, and wondered why my body never got the memo about lazy mornings. Don’t get me wrong — I love the quiet of early hours, but sometimes I just want to rebel and sleep until the double digits. Spoiler: my body laughs at that idea.

The One True Constant: Coffee ☕
The only thing that makes this early rising habit bearable? Coffee. Rich, hot, and in my favorite oversized mug that basically doubles as a bowl. Coffee isn’t just a drink; it’s a ritual. The smell alone feels like a hug saying, “Okay, you’re awake, let’s do this.” Without it, I’m convinced mornings would feel like punishment.

Small Joys in the Dawn 🌅
There’s something about sipping that first cup while the world is still quiet. The dogs snuggle back down, the sun edges over the horizon, and for a brief moment, it feels like the day belongs only to me. Even if my body won’t let me sleep in, maybe it’s not such a bad tradeoff.

So no, I may never be the person who sleeps until noon. But I’ll always be the person who greets the morning with coffee in hand, messy hair, and a heart ready to take on the day (after at least two sips, let’s be real).