I am not a morning person. Let me repeat – I AM NOT A MORNING PERSON. Yes, I just shouted it out. It doesn’t matter how much sleep I get – I never feel lively, chipper, fully awake, ready to go, engines at full blast, in the morning. I don’t linger in bed, but I do get ready for work in a zombie-like fashion. The hot water of the shower is an absolute necessity. It is quite effective as a transitional facilitator. However, nothing, not even a strong cup of coffee, gets me up and going.
So, I ask you, who are these “morning people?” You know who I’m talking about. The ones that are up at 5:30 a.m. for an hour of exercise, followed by packing their kids’ lunches, making a few business calls, and then getting ready for work. They’re smiling, they have a spring to their step, and they look like they can conquer the world. Sometimes I am envious of them. I’d like to be that person. I’ve even tried to be that person, with no success. The closest I’ve come to being a morning person (and this is a stretch) is when I’ve taken a vacation day from work and am going to New York by train for a fun day in the city. For that, I’ll get my sorry ass out of bed and make the effort. Again, I’m still not awake, just motivated.
I am a cocktail hour person. Around 4:00 p.m. I start to come alive. Now granted, I often have a late afternoon lull which requires some kind of sugar fix. I find that fruit is the best antidote for this system glitch. At this time of day I am awake due to several factors: the first, I know I’ll be done work soon; the second, I know I can unwind at home and relax with my husband and son. In the morning I enter into a semi-comatose state on the train and wake up in time to disembark at my station. I also like a quick nap on the commute home, but this is just a refresher for the evening’s activities.
I don’t think there is a cure for this, and I’m not sure it’s something that has to be fixed. However, every so often I would like to wake up feeling like I’m ready to tackle the world and all its infinite possibilities. For now, I’m going back to bed.