The Time I Tried to be a ‘Morning Person‘ (and Failed Spectacularly)
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The Dawn of a Terrible Idea
It all started with a sunrise. Not just any sunrise, mind you, but one of those breathtaking, Instagram-worthy spectacles that bathed the world in a golden glow. I was scrolling through my feed, my eyelids drooping after a long night of binge-watching questionable reality TV, when this image popped up. And just like that, it hit me: I needed to become a morning person.
Now, for those of you fortunate souls who naturally greet the day with the enthusiasm of a golden retriever, let me explain. I am, and have always been, a dedicated member of Team Night Owl. My brain simply doesn’t function before 10 am. Asking me to hold a coherent conversation before my first cup of coffee is a recipe for disaster (and probably a few awkward silences).
But the allure of the sunrise, coupled with the promise of increased productivity and a generally more fulfilling existence, was too strong to resist. I decided then and there, bleary-eyed and fueled by social media-induced inspiration, that I would become a Morning Person™.
The Alarm Clock Chronicles
My transformation began, as all terrible ideas do, with an alarm clock. Not just any alarm clock, but one of those fancy contraptions that simulated the sunrise with gradually increasing light. I imagined myself waking up gently, bathed in a warm, ethereal glow, ready to seize the day. The reality, as you might have guessed, was slightly different.
