I wish I was a morning person
But unfortunately I’m not. This morning was particularly bad because for some reason I couldn’t fall asleep last night. I remember the clock displaying 1am before my eye lids finally closed.
Over the years I’ve tried to change, but it just doesn’t work. I can get up if I have to, that’s no problem, but being physically awake doesn’t mean I’m mentally awake. Far from it. The mornings usually go by in a gray haze with my brain activity resembling the morning porridge. After lunch I finally start to feel sharp again, and easily make up for the morning’s coffee induced resemblance of work. It’s a shame about the mornings though, if I would be able to work evening shifts I would be mad productive!
Back when I was studying I used to feel that I got the most done between 10pm and 2am. I think there is something about the silent tranquility of the night that brings out the best of me. Too bad that doesn’t really go well with the rest of society’s 9-5 mentality.
I think part of the problem for me is getting up then it’s still dark outside. During the study time I did an unscientific experiment. Some days I would sleep from midnight to 7am and other days from 2am to 9am.
Both alternatives give 7 hours of sleep, but I usually felt more rested and less tired with the latter alternative. I think one reason for that was the sun being up at 9am.
One bad thing with living up here in Sweden is the long dark autumns and winters which probably affect me more than I think. Luckily we’re soon off to sunny Spain and hopefully spring will arrive shortly after we return!
(photo by praatafrikaans)