In September I purchased a Philips Wake Up Light like this one:
The winter of 2015-2016 marked a turning point in my sleep habits. Unless it’s a hotel room in New York, I had a hell of a time waking up. Not even the dulcet sounds of CBC Radio can ease me into a new day, while other radio stations drove me nutty with inane chatter. I can handle Ace Burpee as emcee at an event; I can’t handle him at 5 am, especially if it looks dark and full of terrors otherwise known as a typical day in Winnipeg.
After some research, I settled on paying a little extra for bird sounds and continuous light. Is it working? Well, so far, so good. I don’t feel the need to peel myself off the ceiling and my snooze button use has gone down significantly. I used to press the button on my old Sony Dreamweaver three or four times. I push the Wake Up Light once if I needed on occasion and only pushed multiple times if I had a hard time getting to sleep. In the getting-to-sleep department, Audible helps get me to sleep with their timers. (Currently listening to Luvvie Ajayi read from her book I’m Judging You.)
M0nday, I woke up before the crack of either dawn. (The device simulates sunrise. I set mine at 20 minutes before the wake-up time.) 2:40 am, and I can’t get back to sleep after waking up to use the bathroom. I flopped to one side to change my position, closed my eyes, and nothing. At 4:40 am I got up and made the first of many coffees. As far as Mondays go, it’s not the Monday-est of Mondays. Just a day ending like this:
Unpaused Life 