In the last six months, my average wake time has been 6:30am—including weekends, holidays, and frequent time zone crossings. To be fair, 6:30am is not that early in the realm of early-birds, called larks, who espouse the miracles of a 5am wake up time. But for me, this has been such a momentous change that I’ve become quite literally a different person.
Do you remember where you were when you had your first kiss?
It’s funny, the things our memory can dredge up.
I remember what I was wearing the day I passed my driver’s license road test and became a driver.
We probably all remember where we were when the Twin Towers fell in New York, no matter where we were in the world.
So many of our memories are defined by, or at least associated with, major life events. We can recall these things, and yet since becoming a dad, there are days I can’t quite remember what I had for breakfast!