I wake up motivated.

Six in the morning is not a moment when anybody feels enthusiastic. What actually gets people up is the clothes already on the chair, the alarm placed on the far side of the room, the bag packed at ten the night before by a version of themselves still capable of good intentions.

Dawn is an unreliable supplier. The evening before is not.

Most of what looks like willpower at first light was really an act of ordinary logistics, performed by somebody tired who decided to make it easy on you.