I am by no means a morning person. Yet here I am, waking at 5am. There is a purpose to my schedule though, for the time being. I wanted to work meditation into my daily routine and trying to do so in the evenings after spending hours at the computer at work just wasn’t working out.

I found myself too tired and only wanting to veg. That, and I was feeling guilty about crawling out of bed at 7:30am so I could be at work before 9am. Wasn’t most of the rest of the working world already at work by then? What makes me so special that I should lazily start my day with a casual disregard for the early-morning risers I worked with? If I could just make myself wake up earlier, I thought, I wouldn’t feel quite so guilty. I’d be normal.

But societal normality really isn’t my thing, either. Yet, as I started out this blog post, here I am waking up at 5am. My routine is as follows: awake by the alarm at 5am to shower and dress. Then downstairs to the living room for 15 minutes of meditation, either guided or by music, or as today for example, by listening to one of my recent Audible.com purchases, The 4 Percent Universe: Dark Matter, Dark Energy, and the Race to Discover the Rest of Reality followed by breakfast and the preparation of the day’s lunch. This leaves me roughly 30 minutes of creative time before trudging off to work by 7am.

It’s a good routine. Somewhat regimented and organized, but a routine I can easily change to suit my mood on any given morning. It’s still early. Very early, as far as what my internal clock really wants to be. But it’s what is generally accepted as normal. And as I have mentioned, I’m not really a morning person. I’d much rather wake up as my internal clock requires, and fall asleep to the same. My day could flow from there organically, freely, naturally.

This of course would require being self-employed, something I haven’t been for quite some time now, unfortunately. I must admit, though, that that last period of self-employment was really a hybrid as the work I was doing sometimes required I be 180 miles away by 9am. At least I was doing something I really did enjoy. Not something I loved, really, as it wasn’t the pursuit of a passion but the chase of money. Pure and simple. And it was good money. Very good money. But it wasn’t meant to last. There were times over the last 15 years or so that I was able to fully go after what was a passion but those were short-lived and not profitable. There are many reasons for that that I don’t need to expound upon at this time. It would have been wonderful had those brief excursions into passion pursuit paid off, but they did not.

Back to the 9-to-5 grind it was for me. And eventually I found myself stuck. Stuck in a cycle of living paycheck-to-paycheck, unable to move up and unable to afford to leave. This is the situation most find themselves in these days. You’re not making what you’d like but you can’t afford to go elsewhere, or you are too afraid of the what-ifs to try to strike it out on your own. Maybe you’re like me and you’ve had your mind opened to a greater reality than what we’ve manufactured for ourselves and no longer buy into the fantasy of the American Dream. As the late great George Carlin put it: It’s called the American Dream because you have to be asleep to believe it. And up until a couple years ago, I was asleep. But then things started to change in me. I was growing increasingly frustrated with the lack of upward mobility at work, the rising costs of living, and the general apathy I was seeing around me.

And then one day, as I was on my daily walk around the office complex, I looked up and watched a bird flying through the air and a thought occurred to me: birds can travel freely throughout the world, living free and on their own resources. Why can’t we? Think about that for a second or thirty. The resources every other animal on the planet needs to survive are available to them right there in nature. So are ours. Except we decided at some point to buy into the idea that every resource should be owned and controlled and access to it restricted by way of currency transactions. Thus economy was created and the need to earn a living born. But I digress and that’s an entirely different subject that I could go on and on and on about but won’t here.

It’s this need to earn a living that I want to address at this time. And that brings me back to the intent of this long blog post. I think it’s time for a new evolution of society and how we view our contributions to the planet and the species. And this largely entails the ability to do what you love. Being able to do so would make us much happier, freer, and more productive. It doesn’t matter what it is. Just being able to pursue it is enough. Being able to do it on your own time, is even better. If you tell yourself that you have to wake up at 5am in order to land and cater to prospective clients, then I don’t think you’re doing what you love. I think you’ve missed the point. That’s doing what someone else dictates you do, or at least how you do it, and even that is a limiting action which removes the original intent of doing what you love. The money will come when you are fully open and flowing creatively, and that requires being truly flexible on your own terms.

You may say… well, waking up at 5am to land and cater to clients doesn’t mean I’m not doing what I love because my work and personal ethics are separate. But you’d be wrong. You may go into it with that idea in your mind, but if that’s your reality then it is your personal ethics. You can’t really separate the two. What you personally believe will always be reflective in the work you do. To say otherwise is to sell yourself out to the highest bidder. What you create while firing on all of your own cylinders will attract the people who gravitate to your energy. If I could, right now, be doing what I love I wouldn’t exist in a reality of set sleep and wake schedules, or social norms of how one should attract or earn an income. I would let my internal clock run its natural cycle, live my life true to myself, and be fully open and flowing creatively and those that love that energy would connect with it and they’d be the kind of client who would want what I have to offer. If I have to sell myself out to make some client happy, then I’m dying creatively. Which is what I have been living until now.

That freedom is what I strive to create on a daily basis, and what my creative economic goal is for this year, and beyond.