Time

I have some time left before I bathe, leave Butuan, and travel to Malimono for our activity today. I fed the dogs their breakfast. Now, I am extracting the good in my cup of coffee, my reward for waking up this early.

Quarter to 3 AM, I was hesitating about whether it was best to start tinkering around. My fingers, counting I only had 2 hours before the 5:30 AM departure, convinced me I could use the allowance to write and read.

It is good that I am ahead of time, I thought. Importantly, I realized being mindful of time is better.

It is always between being early and late, the two opposites we have to side. But when you are a young adult, sometimes you are dependent and, in turn, reliant on the elders' availability. And often they are late. You may think being early is the remedy and constantly thinking ahead of the game is the key. But things do not just align most times.

Informed by the hard lessons from more than three years of post-college hustling, attuning to your body rhythm works best.

By it, I mean not being too early or too late to do anything. Today's waking up before 3 AM is my decision to rise without not hurrying.

The actions of people surrounding you, consciously or not, will somehow affect how you perceive time. But what is always ours is the action. Waking up this dawn is blissful, considering the opportunity to reflect, away from other people's forces.