Mornings are hard. I say this as a self-proclaimed night owl and a person who rarely gets enough sleep.
Let me brief you on my usual morning routine.
6 a.m.: I am at a peaceful rest. My first alarm goes off only to tell me I have a whole other hour of sleep before I must endure the wretched act of actually waking up.
7 a.m.: This is the alarm I hate the most because it indicates the start of alarms going off every ten minutes until around 9 a.m. Yes, literally an alarm goes off every ten minutes for almost two hours. Yes, I still sleep through all of them.
9 a.m.: My preferred time of waking up so that I can eat breakfast, put on real clothes, and spend more than a minute putting on makeup.
What really happens….
9:20 a.m.: I’m still laying in bed.
9:30 a.m.: I wake actually wake up in a panic because I’ve overslept yet again and will be late for class. I throw on an outfit. Eat a granola bar and drink water. I make sure I have deodorant on and brush my teeth. Any remaining time is spent doing makeup. However, I’m usually out the door by 9:50 a.m.
This is basically how every morning has gone for me since I was responsible for waking myself up in middle school.
Another fun fact about mornings, don’t talk to me.
I have never, never woken up wanting to have a chipper conversation about how great breakfast is, or how good coffee is, or what the day entails. I have always, always preferred silence. I want to drink coffee and eat breakfast in the silence of a new day. I think mornings are more pleasant this way.
Once I successfully get through the challenge of waking up, I’m a normal human being. I can have real conversations. I’m pleasant to be around. I feel alive. I also don’t ever really get tired during the day.
But when the day is over and most people feel like they’ll die if they don’t go to bed, I get a second burst of energy. I’m the person who can start doing work at 10 pm and go until 2 a.m. with the same amount of energy I’ve had all day. I don’t really know how it happens but it does. Sometimes, it’s a gift but a lot of the time it’s a curse.
Even when I don’t have anything to do, I’m still pretty awake from 10 p.m. to 2 a.m. Meaning I lay in bed for a few hours until I can fall asleep. It feels like I have insomnia, but it’s actually just my circadian rhythm.
So, have a bit of sympathy for us night owls, we probably didn’t get a lot of sleep since a normal day is geared towards an early bird’s agenda.