What Would You Wake Up Early For? Like Buttcrack-of-Dawn Early?
You’ll hear me go on more about this in another post, but today I woke up at 6:00 AM with the intention of subway-ing uptown to Columbus Circle to be first in line at this particular location for the Isabal Marant x H&M collaboration.
I did, in fact, wake up at 6:00 AM. But then I changed my alarm to 6:50 and went promptly back to sleep. At 6:55 I sort of melted out of bed like a dying snake and with all the power invested in me I got dressed. Then I grumbled and moaned and self-complained all the way uptown, asking myself over and over again why I thought it would be “funny” to write about the scene at H&M and all the early Marant birds getting their Isabel worms.
While standing in line behind the army of people who apparently did not hit the snooze button, I made queue-friends with a woman who told me that “nothing could get her up this early in the morning…except for clothes.”
So then I got to thinking about what would make me wake up this early. I did this Isabel thing for the sake of a story, but had I not assigned it to myself I would have slept until 9 like a hibernating bear on Xanax. Whenever I’m on a health kick I can get myself up around 7:30-ish to work out, but again, I’m not stoked to do it. I basically cry throughout the entire workout and if someone asks me afterward, “But don’t you feel all energized and happy now?!,” I punch them in the face.
The only things that can get me out of bed at the intergluteal cleft* of dawn with a smile on my face are horses.** Competitions can mean a 6 AM call time where I’m expected to be fully functional, dressed, and using my brain. For riding lessons, I have to get up around 8 AM on weekends (which feels like 5 AM when you’ve been out the night before) but I don’t mind. Insane? Yes. But I love it, and when you love something, you’ll move the moon.
So tell us — what would you move the moon for? What would make you jump out of bed like it’s the first Christmas of your life at an hour that most would claim as unholy? Is it clothes? A special brand in particular? A sample sale? A flash sale? An Xbox? The new iPhone? It can even be imaginary; maybe you’d wake up at 4 AM two days early to make out with Ryan Gosling, I don’t know. But you do, so share!
Image by Tim Walker for Vogue
*Fancy word for buttcrack
**I know I know, DBJ.