Moment at the confessional: I am one of those people that likes daylight savings. Well, I like the “fall back” part–not so much the “spring forward.” There are 25 hours in this day! To me, that is like Christmas come early because I am also one of those people that regularly feels there aren’t enough hours in a day. Fall-time daylight savings gives me just one more reason to love this time of year!
Last night, my husband and I talked about what we would/could/should do with our “bonus hour.” He chose sleep. Not surprising, especially given that Sunday’s are his Monday’s and in a few short hours he’ll be making his way to work. I chose to write, and read, and grade papers, and… Well, I won’t actually get all of that done in an hour, but I did choose to get up when my body told me to. My body thinks it’s 5, but the clock says 4. Bonus hour!
I might be twisted, but I stretch this “bonus hour” out as long as I can. I change my alarm to 4, since my body already thinks it’s time to get up. I can usually make it into December before the number of times I hit the “snooze button” equals an hour of sleep and I am rising at 5 again. This morning, I was awake several times before 4. It felt a bit like Christmas Eve and I was excited to “open” my extra hour–an hour of solitude and quiet. Not even the beagle is up begging for food, only 3 cats wandering around–wondering what the dickens I am doing disturbing their quiet time. 🙂
This morning, I write. Tomorrow, I may open up the dusty treadmill. The day after that, it may be meditation. Whatever I choose, it will be an hour I dedicate to me. With my children in their teen years, there are no wee-hour feedings, or little feet scampering down the stairs to play, vying for attention. They will spend their extra hour sleeping as well, I am sure. So, there will be no paper grading during this hour, either. That can wait until 5. It’s the 25th hour in my day, and it’s all mine, to capture me, before the day begins.
What would you do with an extra hour in your day?