I (Frankie) used to think my grandfather was nuts. No matter what time he went to bed he was up at dawn, and most days he was up even before the sun. I continued to think he was nuts until a year and a half ago when, no matter what time my head hit the pillow at night, I was up by 5:30 am at the latest. I thought I was nuts. Then I realized I'd just turned into my grandfather and it wasn't really such a bad thing after all.
I would ask him on those rare mornings when I was a kid and happened to get up when he did (usually only because I had to pee), why he got up so early. He'd just smile and say, "It's really quite." I didn't get it then, but man do I get it now. He was so right. At 4:30 or 5 am at my house it is so quiet. I can sit with my thoughts for a few minutes and plan my day. I can get it together in those few quiet minutes before the emails start pouring in and the office phone starts ringing off the hook. I can get my walk in early and it's so peaceful and refreshing. And then the rest of the day goes so much better.
My #tipoftheday is easy; get up early with the rooster. Fun fact about the rooster, he doesn't even have to have the daybreak to know it's dawn. He relies on his intuition, his internal clock, because he knows that getting up early makes for a much more productive day. Just like my grandfather knew this; just like I now know it too.
Frankie and Andrea take turns sharing stories. Just good talk over a cup of coffee.