Bougie is getting another mention today. We became friends because we were the only ones in the office at 7:30 a.m. I’d cheerfully walk in and say, “good morning!” He’d offer a sort-of grunt in return as though he was trying, but unable to form actual words that early in the morning.
I’ve worked the early shift for years now and somewhere along the way, I became a morning person. I know waking up at 7 a.m. isn’t sexy, but I like to get my have-tos out of the way early, then have the rest of the day for what I want to do.
Today, I woke up to an email from the owner of a website I manage, asking for some changes. I made some coffee and dove right in and fixed the biggest issue then emailed options for a strategy change. I played with my cat, emailed another potential client and made breakfast. I washed dishes and cleaned my apartment a bit while listening to Weekend Edition on NPR. Now I’m blogging. I’m leaving for my Chisel class at Crunch in about 45 minutes. I should be home and showered by noon and ready to do my lesson and homework for the class I’m taking. Not a shabby list of accomplishments for a Saturday morning, right?
I feel most productive in the mornings. I just wake up ready to do something. I don’t usually feel like watching TV or surfing the web. I’ll do that lazy stuff later in the day when my mind is feeling more sluggish than sharp.
Turns out my tendencies have an advantage. The world is set up for early birds to thrive. Night owls have to fight their default settings to assimilate to what is expected of them. That sets them up for a disadvantage. However, social lives are often more accommodating to later risers. What? That show starts at 8 p.m., so it gets over at what, 11? So I’ll get home at 11:30? Ugh! I have to wake up at 5:45 the next day! Your birthday party starts at 10 p.m.? I’ll have to take a disco nap, so I don’t fall asleep mid-beer.
We all have our problems.
I’m a journalist, content strategist, doting auntie, amateur bobsledder, fitness enthusiast, and wannabe health nut (who loves chocolate and pizza too much to fully commit). I don't want you to think my life is perfect. It's not.