If you had met me a year ago and told me that I am on my way to becoming one of those ‘wake up with the sun, chirpy as a bird’ people, I would have given you the stink eye. If you had told me that I would actually be writing about a book called The Miracle Morning in an attempt to convert people to waking super earlyism, I would have just walked off. And not even looked at you again. Ever. But I guess things change as you get older and closer to thirty. My early twenties, like most people, were spent mostly chilling out with friends, partying, reading…