Exhausting Options

I am, by nature, a night owl. But I’d much rather be an early bird. There’s something about waking up first thing in the morning and greeting the day with a smile and a fresh cup of coffee that seems right and good and civilized. And there’s something about staying up until the wee hours of the morning until you’re bleary-eyed, then slouching towards the bed (sometimes without brushing my teeth, or even changing into my pajamas) that feels pretty darn awful, especially when it means that I’m totally worthless during the day. When you can tell even your cats think you’re lazy, you know you have a problem.

I can go weeks and weeks on my perfect early bird schedule, but give me ONE late night, and I’m back in dirty night owl mode. I’m stuck in this cycle now, as I’m revising my current WIP, and while the writing is going great, I feel terrible, like I’m in a constant state of jet lag. It’s certainly not good for my health, and it’s definitely not good for my sense of self-worth. So, then, why does staying up late come so naturally to me?

And, more important, how do I get off this late night ride?

Image c/o The Graphics Fairy.

8 thoughts on “Exhausting Options

    AH! fellow night owl!! You hit on it on the spot, why do morning people seem so much more civilized? I have morning, it’s just not at the same time as others.

    The key is to sleep late and treat noon like it is the early morning!
    : )

  2. The morning needs to be even more rewarding. A smile and coffee is all well and good. A smile and a latte and a croissant is better. Of course, I always look for a food solution.

  3. I agree with the above comment. Nothing makes a morning (day?) better than the coffee/croissant combo. Especially if it’s an almond croissant from Seven Stars.

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