I think it’s time to admit that I’m a morning person. I’ve never been a night owl (you can ask my college roommates) and I wasn’t one of those teenagers that slept till noon (ala my sister). But the older I get it seems like no matter how late I stay up (and by late, I mean past 10 pm), I’m up by 6 am (or earlier). What about weekends and vacations, you ask? I’m always the first one up. It’s getting to the point where I’m confident I could wake up for work without an alarm.
And this weekend’s switch to daylight savings time is just terrible! Part of the allure of being a morning person is being able to enjoy sunshine and birds chirping while everyone else is still tucked away. I don’t give a hoot if it’s light at 9:30 at night if it means it’s pitch dark at 7 in the morning when I’m trying to be the morning person I am.
They say that the early bird may get the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese. That cheese is tempting, but it’s staggering the things I can get done before 8 am.
So. Are you a night owl or a morning person? No judgement. Though if you comment after 8 pm I probably won’t respond until 6 the next morning.