I made an alarming discovery this morning: I am a morning person.
I don’t entirely know when it happened. Perhaps seeing myself in contrast to my partner really hammered it home. Perhaps realizing as I went to sleep last night I was entirely looking forward to getting up in the morning and getting stuff done. Regardless the incitement point, I am in truth now a morning person. I love it. I look forward to the coffee. I yearn to wake up and get going and dive into whatever I have going on. This might be a project or grading or a game or anything. The lack of early motion is a problem for me. In truth, I hope to expand this mental yearning to physical activity. I want to be able to get out and run for a bit before the sun scorches the Arizona sky. Unfortunately, that means getting up before the roaches go back to sleep, which is unacceptable… and a side note. Still, mornings are it for me.
There was a moment yesterday where I realized I’d been up for what felt like an entire day. It was only 4pm. I’d done so much and had so much time and fun and chill that the rest of the day felt like bonus time. I love that feeling. You don’t get that when you wake up at noon. That lifestyle praises the late night and praises sleep above light. I go to bed earlier now than I ever have–between 9 and 11 nightly. So, I am sure that it plays a roll in this new philosophical awakening. Coffee has it’s part as well. I love starting with a hot cup of black coffee. The only thing better than that alone would be doing it on the beach with my partner. One of these years we’ll make a year of that too.