It occurred to me a couple of weeks ago that I’m a morning person.
I never really thought about it, but someone was bitching about morning people, and there was some discussion about what it means to be a morning person, and I realized that I am.
I always wake up early, on my own. Even on weekends, even when I stay up late. I have done so since I was a child. Even as a preteen and a teenager, I never slept in. Sleeping until 9am is a shock to me. I usually wake up around 6:30, and unless I’m sick, when I’m up, I’m up. I’m very industrious first thing. I do dishes and get ready for work and talk too much. I’m usually in a better mood in the morning than I am later in the day. I like day-drinking. Starting before lunch while on vacation is the best. Drinking at night sounds tiring now, because I’m also old.
It was a weird thing to realize. I always figured it was way cooler to be a night owl. Like look at me, in my leather jacket and sunglasses (the markers of a cool person in fiction), staying up all night. In fact, I start to run out of gas around 8:30pm, and even in my youth of going to bars etc., the idea of after-hours exhausted me and I did my level best to be in bed by 3am (and then woke up by 7 regardless).
So I am uncool. I wake up at 6:30 and do dishes and let my mile-a-minute brain do its thing. I write pointless blog posts. I start to decline mid-afternoon. I turn into a gremlin right after dinner. Hopefully, a cool gremlin.
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Waking at 6:30 is the gateway to waking at 4:30. Sounds depressing to most, but the morning is where ideas, inspiration, and productivity live. So, who wouldn’t want two more hours of it?
Exactly! I’m going to start waking up at 3.