In a shocking change of events I, a night owl, woke up early today.
And I have to be honest with you.
My superiority complex in this moment is off the charts.
I finally understand why morning people are so annoying— it’s because they’re BETTER than the rest of us!
No, I kid. But it does feel good to be awake when it’s still so calm and quiet out.
You may be wondering how I ✨magically✨ woke up so early.
Well it’s because the tiny human inside my guts sucker punched me so hard at 6:30am that I nearly fell out of bed.
Well, after writing/drawing everything above it is now 10:00am and just the normal late morning hours I’m used to.
Early morning superiority is fleeting, friends.
You know what?? Early morning can be a STATE OF MIND, I say!
Wait.
Wait, wait, waitwaitwaitwaitwait…
In other, much less important news (only autumn matters):
I hung out with some New Yorker cartoonists in L.A. this past weekend!
I cannot get over how chill basically every New Yorker cartoonist I’ve ever met has been. This outing was an absolute mf-ing pleasure.
I was also featured in last week’s ToonStack!
ToonStack is brought to you by — Ellis Rosen, Sofia Warren, Jason Katzenstein, Shelby Lorman, Hilary Campbell, Navied Mahdavian, Johnny DiNapoli, Kendra Allenby and Amy Kurzweil — with guest contributors each week.
The theme was babies and you better believe I shared my highly ignorant opinions!
Comments (Let’s Chat!):
Are you a morning person or a night owl?
Do you wish you weren’t or do you thrive in your circadian rhythm?
Have you ever tried to be the alternative?
Did it work?
What is your favorite season?
Autumn is the only correct answer.
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As a morning person, I attest to the superiority! 🤫 jk jk it's really mostly about that untouchable quiet and potential before all hell breaks loose (aka a typical day on earth in 2023).
And I agree, autumn is the absolute best 🍂
I've been a night owl all my life. It was pretty normal to go to bed at 12, 1, or even 2 most nights. The irony was that I would then wake up for my normal-working-hours job, crawl to the coffee maker with my eyes mostly closed, hissing at any natural light that managed to peek through the blinds, while lamenting to myself, "wHy Is iT sO hArD tO wAkE uP iN tHe MoRnInG?!"
But here's the interesting bit: I have two little ones and for 6 years now I've now been forced to wake up anywhere between 4:00am and 6:00am to help them do all of the things that they can't (yet). I can't say that it's changed my natural Night Owl disposition, but there is a noticeable difference in how often I now choose to go to bed by 10:00pm, and how much easier it is to wake up before 6:00am. And even though I would always rather be in bed, I can't help but notice how much I enjoy sipping coffee and watching the Sun come up while I contemplate expressing better-than-everyone-else moralistic platitudes.
In a way, having kids is like being forced to attend "Night Owl Rehab". You have to give up this one way of being so that you can become something better (Oops--that's a platitude). Every molecule in my body wants to fight the action of transitioning from horizontal to vertical, every single morning. But then I immediately remember that I get to enjoy my new ritual of enjoying extremely utilitarian coffee and spending time with favorite little people, and it's all suddenly worth it. Every time.