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?

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