I used to be a nightowl.
So much so, that when I was homeschooled, I often would do most my work at night so that I could sleep in. After I moved out, it was no different. Since most of my gaming friends are in the UK or in Australia, my night times would be awake in order to talk to them. Late nights at the club or at the bar, surfing during the full moon, late night/early morning hikes in the mountains, I was a daughter of the night.
I don’t know whether to be proud that this is no longer the case, or sad. I actually enjoy getting up in the morning when it used to be the worst part of my day.
At about 8 pm, I start feeling fairly sleepy. My friends call me “an old lady”, not just for my love for Charles Dickens and Jane Austin… 8:30 pm I take my medications, brush my teeth, wash my face (shower), and change into sleepers. By 8:30-9ish, I am sitting in bed reading a book “winding down” and by 9:30-10 ish I can barely keep my eyes open.
At 6:30 am my alarm blares the “imperial alarm” from Star Wars to wake me up, but my body had already registered me awake at 4:30 am, so I quickly turn it off. Dwayne (my cat) comes up from his bed that lays at my feet and cuddles into the crook of my arm. This is his way of “cuddling me awake” so I’ll get up and feed him. We lay there snuggling as my boyfriend finally comes to bed. 7:15 am Nocturnes, Op. 9; No. 2 in Eflat Major sings me into getting out of bed and my boyfriend is out like a light.
I get up and put on my house shoes, open the windows to cool down the house and head downstairs. Dwayne follows me and hops onto the counter and waits as I make his breakfast and give it to him. On goes the KEURIG, my coffee is brewed. Depending on the day, I’ll start a load of laundry or clean up the mess my boyfriend left me in the kitchen. Haven’t even looked at my phone yet, but I sit down with my cup of coffee, yogurt and my calendar and plan out my week.
8:00 am I am clocked into work, medications taken, and officially starting out my day.
The morning is the only real time to myself, to journal, to day-dream without interruptions. I allow myself time in the morning to wake up slowly. I know exactly when my cat will come jump on me and when my boyfriend gets into bed. I know exactly when my phone starts to buzz from text messages and emails from work. I know exactly when the garbage truck arrives, when the police officer patrol by, when my neighbor takes their dog out for a run.
Maybe this makes me a morning person now? Who knows… It definitely keeps me sane.