I woke up early to be a guest on the Today show. The sky is still dark when the car pulls up and I ponder why the show isn’t called Yesterday. I’m convinced I’m dreaming when the loopy marimbas of my iphone alarm start into their merry number at 4:30. No! This is wrong I said. It only feels like 2. Where is this noise coming from?! I’d close and rub my eyes, scrubbing away the characters occupying my theta state, attempting to bring the actual time into focus. But 4:32 was the best I could do. Robbed of the awareness of sleep with the sum of all slumber occurring in a blink, I stumbled around my poorly lit hotel room looking for shoes, pants, and water, in that order, which is backwards, as proven by my inability to pull my jeans over my boots.
I’m reminded of Jill-Bolte Taylor’s infamous TED talk as I fail to make sense of my so-called-morning. …Right brain calling left, stand by for harsh reality… As my eyes and outlook finally come into focus, my first clear thought of the day is, why did I stay up so late? Great. My conscience is now guilty. Not the best way to wake up. I much prefer the usual light and fluffy state of consciousness afforded to those who wake up between 9 & 10. What I call gentleman’s hour.
But Matt Lauer and Al Roker are gentleman, and there they were at 7am warmed-up and well-groomed; ready to run the marathon of morning TV. I’m inspired. Tired. But inspired.