I often wake up before dawn, and it’s hard to deny, I do tend to feel a little smug about it.
Not an obnoxious smugness, but the quieter sort that accompanies your first cup of coffee.
You feel you’re the only one awake at that quiet moment and the rest of the world still sleeps; “Look at you, getting ahead of the world.” Whether or not that’s true is irrelevant. The triumph lies in beating the day to its feet — drinking my coffee watching the sun rise, and enjoying the warmth of the sun slowly bring the day alive.
Most of us know that feeling of waking late and immediately being rushed. The world has already kicked into gear: everyone is on a mission gathering the requirements for day. You head off to your office or workshop to continue yesterday’s “Gotta get it done.”
In contrast, waking early feels like having private time with time itself — a quiet negotiation where you and the clock agree that, for the moment, you’re not rushed by someone else’s requirements.
The Myth of Morning People
Let’s start with a confession from most so-called “morning people”; I don’t think they actually like mornings. They’ve just learned to accept it with good grace. You do it long enough and eventually convince yourself it’s noble. You say things like, “I love the peace and quiet before the world wakes up,” which is really code for, “There’s no one around to annoy me yet.”
There might be some wisdom there though. Early mornings do have a peculiar texture, a feeling that the air itself is listening. Before the traffic peak hour begins, before the morning news unloads its doom and gloom, there’s a brief stillness that’s ancient and fragile. It’s only during the last one or two hundred years that this morning rush has enveloped nearly all of us.
The light is gentler, as though it knows you’re not quite ready for full disclosure. If you can learn to inhabit that space, even for half an hour, it changes the tone of everything that follows. You begin the day deliberately instead of defensively. That, I think, is what structure really means: not rigidity, but intention.
The Chaos of Unplanned Days
The opposite, of course, is the screw it, “let’s-see-what-happens” approach — which sounds adventurous until you’ve lived through it. Nothing really happens the way you want it to. The trouble with spontaneous days is the world is full of other people’s plans.
A day without structure is like an untied shoelace — a small inconvenience that can trip you up at the worst possible moment. From one distraction to another, text messages, checking weather forecasts, minor tasks suddenly feel urgent, unintended doom scrolling. By the end of day, you’re totally knackered, but you can’t quite point to what you’ve achieved. It’s not laziness — it’s diffusion. Your energy, unshaped, simply evaporates.
Structure as an Act of Rebellion
Structure may feel like a constraint, but in truth, it may be a quiet rebellion. Planning your day doesn’t portray control-freak tendencies; it shows self-respect. It’s saying, “Before the world defines me, I’ll decide for myself what I’ll do.”
Think of it as a circle around your life. Inside that circle are the important things: the tasks that align with your values, the moments that make you feel alive. Outside the circle is the cluttered noise beyond your control.
The Ritual of Beginning
Waking each day requires ritual. Some take a cold shower. Some go for a run. Some sit silently with a cup of coffee, staring into the middle distance like a monk with a caffeine habit. The ritual itself doesn’t matter; what matters is that it belongs entirely to you.
Mine involves the slow, almost ceremonial act of making coffee — measure out the ground beans, boiling the water, mixing in the pot to ensure enough Crema. It’s an absurdly small thing, but that’s the point. Mornings are built for small things. The world can throw plenty of large ones at you soon enough.
There’s something grounding in these tiny, repeated gestures. Control begins with the simplest of acts: waking with comfort, making the bed, choosing not to check your phone before you’ve really woken up. The day will unfold in any number of ways, but you can choose how you’ll meet it.
Planning as a Conversation with Yourself
Filling every hour isn’t necessarily the best plan. It’s about clarity — what deserves your energy, and how much, and what doesn’t. I think statements of intentions can be more effective than plans, at least they are for me. I can make lists and plan to do things at specific times, but I can also guarantee that something will go caddywompuss, and I’ll end up frustrated. With intended outcomes, timing tends to take a backseat and intention remains the main focus. That’s my idea of planning.
Some people write their plans in elegant notebooks. Others scrawl them on the backs of envelopes. A few, dangerously confident, keep them all in their heads. However you do it, the act of planning is a quiet conversation with yourself. It’s asking: how will I feel when this day is over?
And that’s not an easy question. It forces honesty. You might realize you’ve been spending your time on things that don’t move you forward, or worse, that move you in circles. But that’s the beauty of early mornings — they forgive easily. You can start over every twenty-four hours.
The Illusion of Productivity
Planning can also become a performance with clipboard energy, and color-coded calendars, it confuses busyness with purpose. Treating life like a game of Tetris, fitting tasks into every available slot.
There are those who proudly declare, “I’ve been so busy,” as though it’s a moral virtue. However, there is a difference between being busy and being effective. In a well-planned day, you’ve got space to breathe. You can measure its success by how much you’ve enjoyed the day as well as how much you’ve achieved.
For me a well planned day has buffer zones — pockets of unscheduled time where you can simply exist – otherwise you risk becoming simply the administrative assistant of your own life.
When Plans Go Wrong (and They Will)
Even the most carefully created plans can’t predict the weather. Sometimes, despite your best intentions, the day goes pear shaped. Traffic issues, lost keys or wallet, unexpected phone calls — small ambushes can derail a day’s productivity no matter how careful you are.
Treat these not as failures of planning but as reminders of proportion. Plans are scaffolding, not prisons. They’re meant to support you, not contain you. When things unravel — and they will — the structure you built gives you something to fall back on. It’s easier to recover balance when you’ve started the day with intention, not volume.
That’s why planning and flexibility aren’t opposites. They’re dance partners. One provides rhythm; the other allows for improvisation.
The Moral Geometry of Mornings
There’s something almost sacred, about those first hours of the day. The choices made in those early hours seem to echo louder than those made later. Get up early, and enjoy the stillness, the light, and that faint sense that you’ve joined some secret society of the early risers. Lay in bed and squander it, and the day feels slightly off, like you’ve arrived at a play halfway through the second act.
Perhaps that’s why so many traditions treat dawn as a time for reflection or prayer. The world renews itself daily; so can we. Planning in the morning isn’t just about logistics — it’s about alignment. Calibrating your inner compass before the magnetic chaos of the day pulls it askew.
The Small Victories
The rewards of an early, structured start are subtle. They rarely show up on spreadsheets or social media feeds. Instead, they reveal themselves in quieter ways: the ease with which you handle a problem, the patience you have with a stranger, the sense that you’re living with time rather than against it.
When you get up early, you can feel less reactive, more deliberate. The day feels longer, not because you’ve added hours, but because you’ve claimed them.
Evenings become gentler too. You end the day with a clearer sense of where it went, instead of wondering who stole it.
The Comedy of Trying
Of course, it’s not always easy, it takes effort, and effort without coffee for me is a nightmare. Some mornings I’ll wake late, groggy and confused, carefully created intentions will just sit there, taunting me. My coffee will not be quite right, and I can’t quite get into gear. I promise myself to do better tomorrow — and that, really, is the point I suppose.
The pursuit of structure is a comedy of errors, it’s a daily act of optimism. We keep trying, not because we expect perfection, but because life feels slightly more coherent when we do.
Besides, drifting through unplanned days, constantly frustrated from lack of direction — is far less amusing.
The Secret Payoff
The more you practice waking early and planning your day, the less it feels like discipline and more like liberation. You realize that structure isn’t the enemy of freedom; it’s the foundation of it.
Musicians practice scales so they can later improvise. The painter sketches outlines so color can flow freely. Likewise, we plan our days not to restrict life’s spontaneity but to make space for it. When the essentials are taken care of, and work is prioritized, portions of the day open like a field to play in. You can wander without guilt because you’ve earned it.
A Closing Thought at Dawn
Some mornings I sit up on deck, coffee in hand, watching the light arrive. It arrives quietly, like a guest who doesn’t want to wake anyone. Birds begin chattering in the trees, the water is boiling with bait fish feeding and soon the dolphins come through to terrorize those bait fish, the air stinky with their fish breath.
In those moments, planning the day feels less like strategy and more like gratitude. Alone in that moment, time feels like a gift, no real distractions yet.
So priorities get laid out: what you’ll work on, what can be ignored, what small joy you’ll make time for. You don’t need to conquer the world — just steer your little boat through rough weather with grace.
And when the day inevitably veers off course — when plans go sideways and coffee spills or wine runs out, and projects don’t go as hoped — you’ll still have that quiet morning hour to anchor you. You’ll remember that control isn’t about bending life to your will. It’s about meeting it with intention, humor, and enough structure to maintain course when the wind shifts.
In a chaotic world, I think that’s as close to mastery as anyone gets.
Journey Island Style 