My 30’s: To Be Single and Part of The 5 am Club.

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at I wanted to add to my day was:<ul><li>To read</li><li>To Work out</li><li>To Pray</li><li>Proper breakfast</li><li>Make my bed</li></ul>In the beginning, I could only add the work out to my routine, and just doing one thing felt great already. I would wake up at 5 am without the need to set up an alarm. I would read for 30 minutes, pray 15 minutes, work out an hour, make my bed, take a shower, make breakfast, and by then, it was 10 minutes before 8 am.Obstacles didn’t seem difficult, I regret not doing this earlier in my life, and I challenged the routine. I was worried about my social life because working until 7 pm to sleep at 9:30 pm wasn’t the best to socialize. My surprise was that it didn’t affect my routine; on the contrary, my body and mind knew that that was also healthy and something I needed.After two weeks with this routine, I lost my job. It has never happened to me. I felt rejected. They didn’t allow me even to finish the day, and by 1 pm, I was back home. The anxiety I felt made me do my laundry, wash my bedsheets, and change some things in the kitchen. The next day, waking up at 5 am, I did my routine, and until then, I recognize the luxury of owning time.<figure id="58a8"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/0*cEMBh-wQiOet12hT"><figcaption>Photo by <a href="https://unsplash.com/@claybanks?utm_

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source=medium&utm_medium=referral">Clay Banks</a> on <a href="https://unsplash.com?utm_source=medium&utm_medium=referral">Unsplash</a></figcaption></figure>I started to get to know the mornings after years. For a long time, I received them in a classroom. Other times they became my nights, and sometimes I received them with a beer, a cigarette, and a great conversation; those were my favorites. Now, I see them becoming my inspiration, to go from darkness to light, the natural expression of motivation. When a creative person is aware of their talents but afraid to show them, nights become a magic moment because no one can see us in the dark. You only live the beautiful sensation of expressing without judgment, the satisfaction that the talent brings. It’s so beautiful that it becomes an addiction. But, when you’re accepted, when other people value that mastery, mornings, and their illumination, suddenly aren’t an obstacle.I started to get to know the mornings when I sensed it was time to be seen. It was like my mind and body were rehearsing for the change to not feel aggressive or strict, and destiny pushed me to restart, but this time with more age, maturity, conscience, freed, and the right way.Today, to this routine, I added journaling, going out to the terrace, contemplate the sunrise, and now, writing. Hello Medium!</article></body>

A Luxury. =)

Reconnect, to have better habits, be more productive, recognize my successes, and like how I look in the mirror were my wishes during my 20’s. To not achieve it was frustrating, mainly because I am single, with no children, no crucial responsibilities, I have everything to my favor to make it all happen.

I’ve always been a night owl; I adore the night and its mystery, I love to receive it ready for the inspiration it brings me, for a new adventure, maybe. So when I made a list of everything I wanted to do daily and to see the only way to make it happen was waking up earlier, did not convince me. Whenever I saw people running at 7 am, I thought: Don’t they like to sleep?

But the inquietude was in me, so I started to wake up an hour earlier every two days: If I had to wake up at 8:15 am very day, on Monday I woke up at 7:15, and then on Thursday, I woke up at 6:15 and next Monday I woke up at 5 am.

What I wanted to add to my day was:

To read

To Work out

To Pray

Proper breakfast

Make my bed

In the beginning, I could only add the work out to my routine, and just doing one thing felt great already. I would wake up at 5 am without the need to set up an alarm. I would read for 30 minutes, pray 15 minutes, work out an hour, make my bed, take a shower, make breakfast, and by then, it was 10 minutes before 8 am.

Obstacles didn’t seem difficult, I regret not doing this earlier in my life, and I challenged the routine. I was worried about my social life because working until 7 pm to sleep at 9:30 pm wasn’t the best to socialize. My surprise was that it didn’t affect my routine; on the contrary, my body and mind knew that that was also healthy and something I needed.

After two weeks with this routine, I lost my job. It has never happened to me. I felt rejected. They didn’t allow me even to finish the day, and by 1 pm, I was back home. The anxiety I felt made me do my laundry, wash my bedsheets, and change some things in the kitchen. The next day, waking up at 5 am, I did my routine, and until then, I recognize the luxury of owning time.

I started to get to know the mornings after years. For a long time, I received them in a classroom. Other times they became my nights, and sometimes I received them with a beer, a cigarette, and a great conversation; those were my favorites. Now, I see them becoming my inspiration, to go from darkness to light, the natural expression of motivation. When a creative person is aware of their talents but afraid to show them, nights become a magic moment because no one can see us in the dark. You only live the beautiful sensation of expressing without judgment, the satisfaction that the talent brings. It’s so beautiful that it becomes an addiction. But, when you’re accepted, when other people value that mastery, mornings, and their illumination, suddenly aren’t an obstacle.

I started to get to know the mornings when I sensed it was time to be seen. It was like my mind and body were rehearsing for the change to not feel aggressive or strict, and destiny pushed me to restart, but this time with more age, maturity, conscience, freed, and the right way.

Today, to this routine, I added journaling, going out to the terrace, contemplate the sunrise, and now, writing. Hello Medium!