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  • The Time I Tried to Be a Morning Person (Spoiler: It Was a Disaster)

    The Time I Tried to Be a Morning Person (Spoiler: It Was a Disaster)




    The Time I Tried to Be a Morning Person (Spoiler: It Was a Disaster)

    The Pre-Dawn Pact (and My Utter Betrayal)

    Let me set the scene: 6:00 AM, birds chirping obnoxiously outside my window, and sunlight daring to touch my eyelids. Now, you might be thinking, “What a lovely morning!” But to me, this felt like a personal attack. You see, I am not, nor have I ever been, a morning person. I’m more of a “wake up when it’s socially acceptable to eat pizza” kind of gal.

    But, like many misguided souls before me, I fell prey to the siren song of productivity gurus and their promises of unlocking the secrets of the universe before breakfast. “Just wake up an hour earlier,” they chirped (much like the aforementioned annoying birds), “and you’ll conquer your to-do list, write a novel, and maybe even invent a self-making bed!”

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    My first mistake? Thinking I could just “ease into it.” I set my alarm for 7:00 AM, a full hour earlier than usual. Let me tell you, that extra hour of sleep I sacrificed did not magically transform me into a ray of sunshine. Instead, I stumbled around my apartment like a zombie extra from “The Walking Dead,” bumping into furniture and grumbling at the toaster.

    My attempts at a morning routine were equally disastrous. My “meditative yoga session” consisted of me falling asleep on my yoga mat, and my “healthy green smoothie” tasted suspiciously like lawn clippings (apparently, spinach and kale aren’t meant to be friends).

    The Caffeine Catastrophe (Or, How I Became a Human Espresso Machine)

    Desperate times call for desperate measures, or in my case, copious amounts of caffeine. I figured if I couldn’t join the land of the morning people naturally, I’d force myself there with the help of my trusty coffee maker.

    This, my friends, was my undoing. See, my usual coffee intake is one cup, maybe two on a particularly rough Monday. But in my sleep-deprived state, I managed to down three cups before realizing I was practically vibrating out of my skin.

  • The Time I Tried to Be a Morning Person (and Failed Miserably)

    The Time I Tried to Be a Morning Person (and Failed Miserably)







    We’ve all heard the siren song of productivity. You know the one: “Wake up early, seize the day, and conquer your to-do list before the sun even thinks about rising.” It’s usually accompanied by stock photos of alarmingly chipper people jogging in the pre-dawn light, green smoothies in hand.

    As someone whose natural habitat is illuminated by the soft glow of a laptop screen well past midnight, the concept of “morning person” has always seemed like a mythical creature— much like unicorns or people who enjoy folding laundry.

    The Great Morning Person Experiment: Could I Change My Ways?

    But hope, as they say, springs eternal. So, after stumbling upon yet another article extolling the virtues of the early bird life, I decided to take the plunge. “This time will be different,” I declared to my skeptical cat, who regarded me with the same level of enthusiasm she usually reserved for hairballs.

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    The 5 AM Struggle: Why Is It So Hard to Be a Morning Person?

    The first few days were…rough, to put it mildly. My alarm clock, which I’d affectionately nicknamed “The Bane of My Existence,” became my new arch-nemesis. Waking up felt like emerging from a coma, except significantly less restful.

    My attempts at morning productivity were, shall we say, less than successful. I’m pretty sure I spent a solid hour staring blankly into the refrigerator, trying to remember why I’d opened it in the first place. My brain, it seemed, was incapable of processing anything more complex than “coffee” before at least 9 AM.

    My morning workout routine (a key component of my new life, obviously) consisted mostly of me dragging myself out of bed and willing my limbs to move in the general direction of the coffee maker.

    Morning Person Fails: Accidental Naps and Culinary Disasters

    As the days turned into weeks, things didn’t exactly improve. My internal clock stubbornly refused to adjust, leading to some…interesting situations. There was the time I accidentally took a nap in the middle of a work meeting (blame it on the soothing tones of the conference call). And the morning I tried to make pancakes, only to realize I’d used salt instead of sugar (turns out, even coffee can’t mask the taste of disappointment).