I live with a morning person. He wakes up at like 6:30 a.m. and makes coffee. He goes running, or to the gym or something – I don’t know – I’m sleeping. Sometimes I wake up after hearing him make noises and get spooked. Sometimes, when that happens, it’s still dark out and I don’t know what time it is (I can’t see my clock because my eyes are still groggy) and I panic. The moral of this story is that it seems like he’s kind of living the better life here.
People who wake up early have the whole day ahead of them. They have a few hours until their workday starts to get their personal things done like read the news and adapt to another day of having to be human.
I never have breakfast. Morning people seem to always have a great breakfast. I want a great breakfast! This is a seriously healthy life to live. Three meals a day? Exercise? A clear will to live? What is this sorcery?
Sure, it seems that morning people get to sleep early too, and I can’t commit to that life. But I’m also aware of morning people who wake up fully functional on just a few hours of sleep.
Honestly, I’m not sure what I’m talking about anymore. I’m not a morning person and never will be.
Your editor in waking up no earlier than 10 am,