The Time I Tried to be a ‘Morning Person‘ (and Failed Spectacularly)
The Dawn of My Downfall
Have you ever woken up to the chirping of birds and thought, “Ugh, go back to sleep, you feathered fiends! It’s barely sunrise!”? Yeah, that’s me every morning. I’m not what you’d call a “morning person.” In fact, I’m more of a “roll-out-of-bed-five-minutes-before-work-and-consider-it-a-win” kind of person.
But recently, inspired by those annoyingly perky morning people who seem to have their lives together, I decided to make a change. I, too, would become one of them! I envisioned myself jogging in the park, green smoothie in hand, greeting the rising sun with a smile.
The second day was harder. The third day was even worse. By the end of the week, I was basically a sleep-deprived zombie with a caffeine addiction. My productivity, which I was hoping would skyrocket, plummeted. I spent most of my days staring blankly at my computer screen, dreaming of my cozy bed.
The Great Sunrise Fiasco
Undeterred (or maybe just delusional from lack of sleep), I decided to take it up a notch. “Real” morning people, I convinced myself, wake up early to watch the sunrise.
So, one Saturday morning, I set my alarm for an ungodly hour. I dragged myself out of bed, threw on some clothes, and stumbled outside, half-expecting a chorus of angels to greet me.
What I got instead was a face full of chilly wind, a sky that was just starting to turn a dull grey, and a flock of pigeons fighting over a discarded bagel.