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).
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.
I'm a morning person these days! Janette gets up early for work, so I've gotten in the habit of getting up at the same time and having a whole bunch of free time before my work starts. Do I use that time wisely? No
Also, fall is the best season when it's fresh and new. But then winter's the best season once I've gotten tired of fall. Then spring is a refreshing change of pace. And then who doesn't like summer for a couple of weeks before it gets too hot and I'm looking forward to fall again.
Back when I was gainfully employed, I worked in a high school and needed to be at my desk by 7:30 am. I have long known about myself that if I don't do things like exercise, pray, and meditate first thing in the morning, I don't do them at all. As a consequence, most days I would wake up around 4:30 to give myself a leisurely morning. I loved it and I loved the look on people's faces whenever it came up that I awoke that early. (This, of course, meant I was in bed by 9-9:30 most weeknights. Sometimes earlier.)
Now that I've retired and moved to Europe, many restaurants don't even open for dinner until 7 pm. It's a much later culture here. I generally get out of bed at 7:30 to walk the dog (the same time I used to have to be in my office), and I can get to sleep at 11:30 pm and still get a good 8 hours. I'm struggling to adjust - and I've been here for over a year.
I honestly used to love nighttime more, but at SOME POINT there was just this SWITCH, and that cool grey morning feeling became almost a NEED for me. To the point where now if it’s past 7 when I get up I feel sad that I can’t enjoy it in a leisurely way. Also love the nestling into bed with some relaxing lighting to read before 10pm... In other news, I may have turned into a grandma over the past few years 🤔
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.
I'm a morning person these days! Janette gets up early for work, so I've gotten in the habit of getting up at the same time and having a whole bunch of free time before my work starts. Do I use that time wisely? No
Also, fall is the best season when it's fresh and new. But then winter's the best season once I've gotten tired of fall. Then spring is a refreshing change of pace. And then who doesn't like summer for a couple of weeks before it gets too hot and I'm looking forward to fall again.
I’m a morning person. I try not to be smug about it. But yeah, I feel superior.
Back when I was gainfully employed, I worked in a high school and needed to be at my desk by 7:30 am. I have long known about myself that if I don't do things like exercise, pray, and meditate first thing in the morning, I don't do them at all. As a consequence, most days I would wake up around 4:30 to give myself a leisurely morning. I loved it and I loved the look on people's faces whenever it came up that I awoke that early. (This, of course, meant I was in bed by 9-9:30 most weeknights. Sometimes earlier.)
Now that I've retired and moved to Europe, many restaurants don't even open for dinner until 7 pm. It's a much later culture here. I generally get out of bed at 7:30 to walk the dog (the same time I used to have to be in my office), and I can get to sleep at 11:30 pm and still get a good 8 hours. I'm struggling to adjust - and I've been here for over a year.
I honestly used to love nighttime more, but at SOME POINT there was just this SWITCH, and that cool grey morning feeling became almost a NEED for me. To the point where now if it’s past 7 when I get up I feel sad that I can’t enjoy it in a leisurely way. Also love the nestling into bed with some relaxing lighting to read before 10pm... In other news, I may have turned into a grandma over the past few years 🤔
I imagine New Yorker Cartooners would be the funnest bunch to be around! 🤗
looks like a fun hang!!!!