While in Mexico, one thing I’m noticing is how early everyone starts their day. I’m residing in a village with my grandparents, and I’ve been waking up around 7 am. In the U.S., 7 am is early.
Except when I wake at 7 am in Mexico, I’m already hearing buses running, weed whackers whirring, moving cars with large, electric megaphones sticking outside announcing services like gas and water, and sometimes even donuts, or so I’ve been told.
By 8, the streets are already filled with people walking and talking, either getting ready for work or returning from work. Such scenes would usually occur in large cities, but it seems normal even in villages where they have buses running every 30 minutes.
While in Mexico, I’m been infected with the idea that I need to get up earlier, that my day should not start at 7, but have started at 7.
Except my work is not outside but inside, on a machine that enables me to communicate with the outside. The disparity between my lifestyle and the lifestyle of the village is distinguishable. Yet, when the sun rises, their commitment to their craft far outshines mine.
There’s much to be gained from waking up a little earlier, enough to make a lifetime.
Here’s my inspiration for the day.