The Day I Realized I’m Not a Morning Person (and Never Will Be)

The Day I Realized I’m Not a Morning Person (and Never Will Be)

We’ve all been there. That alarm clock screams at you from some distant, cruel land where the sun always shines and birds tweet cheerfully at 5:00 AM. You, my friend, are not in that land. You are firmly entrenched in the Land of Snooze Buttons and “Just Five More Minutes” (which inevitably turns into another hour).

The Sunrise Debacle: A Comedy of Errors

My own personal journey of self-discovery as a night owl culminated in a sunrise hike. Now, I love a good sunset hike. The air is cool, the colors are magical, and the world feels quiet and contemplative. But sunrise? That’s a whole different beast.

My friend, bless her optimistic heart, convinced me this would be “life-changing.” “Just imagine,” she chirped, “the fresh air, the golden light, the feeling of accomplishment!” I imagined my pillow, the comforting darkness of my bedroom, and the feeling of deep sleep.

[IMAGE_DESCRIPTION: A person snuggled comfortably in bed with a sleep mask on and a thought bubble above their head showing a peaceful night sky]