I’ve recently been re-watching episodes of The Show with Ze Frank. I went looking for brain crack, and somehow got trapped in a video spiral. So, last night after a binge session of writing and listening to Coldplay, I had that cabin fever feeling of needing to be outside, and I thought of this video. It’s about busting cycles, and in it Ze says that he sometimes busts his routine by waking up really early and going for a walk around the city.
This really appealed to me, but I went to bed a little too late, and didn’t commit to waking up early. But, for some reason, when my eyes opened at 7 am, I got up instead of rolling over. I had my first cup of coffee, got dressed, and went for a walk. I debated whether to bring Coldplay with me, but ultimately decided I couldn’t leave them at home. I walked across my campus, which is quiet on a good day, and damn near dead on a summer Saturday morning. Though I consider pulling myself out of sleep to be one of my most dreaded daily tasks, I’ve always found something magical about the early morning. It’s like a different world—a more hopeful, productive world.
I felt light walking through my city, which is not a real city at all, but rather a wealthy suburb of Los Angeles. Though I’ve lived here for nearly two years, I’ve never much explored the area. I stick pretty closely to the familiar, never venturing off my normal path. But, this morning I just walked and explored with no destination in mind.
I could kick myself for all the opportunities I’ve missed to wake up early and walk peacefully around this beautiful city that looks so out of place in Southern California. This morning I’m glad to have busted a cycle—to have ventured beyond the known.
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