I am one of those awful morning people. Or so I am told by those that aren’t morning people. I don’t jump out of bed and start making noise and dancing and singing, but I wake up naturally two hours before sunrise, and I get up and do things. I get up and get dressed and fix my hair and face, and face my day. On weekdays, I head to my computer, read my email, post requested tweets, check the news, and waste time on facebook, all while drinking a bottle of water. I might start a load of wash or fold a load of wash, then I fix my lunch, fix my breakfast, and head off to work. On the weekends, I still wake up early, piddle around on my computer, do a few chores, and by 7 I am at my favorite coffee shop for two dedicated hours of writing before anyone else in the house is awake.
If this sounds boring, well, let’s just say I like my routines. They keep me on track. And I like mornings. Mornings are quiet, filled with the promise of a new day. A whole blank white board of time exists before me, and I can do many things with that time, if I want to. I can also choose to do nothing with that time.
What I choose to do with that time is to be active, to knock things off the to-do list, and most importantly, write. I am awake, feeling good, caffeinated, and ready to go.
I know there are people who can stay up all night, and prefer to sleep through golden dawns and promising mornings. If I were to “sleep in” (which is actually impossible for me), I would feel like I wasted the most productive, and quietest, time of my day. That morning time is when the chores don’t call as loud, when there is not such a push to meet a deadline. It is my time to be productive.
I am often asked, “how do you become a morning person?” I don’t think you can. I think you are, or you aren’t. I have been a morning person all of my life. My mom talks about how she would want to sleep in on a Saturday, and she couldn’t, because 9 month old me was standing up in the crib singing morning songs to the sun that was pouring through my window. I was not raised in the country, or on a farm, although my dad and his whole side of the family are rural farm people. I am very much like him, though. I cannot remember my father ever still being in bed when I got up in the morning. He usually beat me by a good hour. He’d already had his coffee, read the paper, and taken a wander around the yard to see if the moles had been active overnight. I could tell you about the time he took his .22 pistol out into the yard one early morning and shot a mole that had made the mistake of showing himself above ground, but I’ll save that for another time.
I cannot imagine missing the sun coming up. I cannot imagine sleeping until the sun is high in the sky. In fact, I can’t imagine sleeping more than about six hours, either. The older I get, the less sleep I need. I’m in bed by 11, but not always asleep, and awake at 4 a.m., regardless of how late I stayed up. Sometimes that is a bit of a curse, but I still wouldn’t trade it for losing my daytime.
So what are you? A morning person, or a night owl? Tell me what you like about being either one!