Mornings: The Deceptively Dark Side Of The Day

You may love the morning. You may love getting up with the sunset and the sounds of little birdies chirping out your window. You may love the fact that you’ve already gone for a jog and snapped up a bagel before 7 am. You've still got the whole day ahead of you. You probably don’t even drink coffee, nor do you need to.

And I may hate you.

Okay. Hate is a harsh word.

Let’s get something straight though. I am not a morning person. I never will be a morning person. And, to be quite honest, I don’t want to be a morning person.

Left to my own devices, I would get up sometime between 10 am and noon and I would stay up until about 3 am. That’s when I’m most awake. That’s when I’m most productive. It’s when all of my creative thrusters are firing. And I’m fine with it. After all, everyone is different and it takes years to discover how to tap into one’s creativity. I’ve finally figured it out, but to what end?

It’s not that I envy morning people.

The problem I have with morning people is that they have somehow set the standard for the way I’m supposed to live and work. Basically, because a handful of analytical eager beaver insomniacs feel the need to seize the day with both hands, I’ve got to drag my groggy self outta bed at the God-forsaken hour of eight o’clock in the morning and into the office to keep them company.

The paradox is that I was hired for my creativity. But instead of tapping into the natural flow of my creativity, I’m expected to pretend for the first half of the day because someone somewhere decided to start the day at an unreasonable hour.

What's wrong with these people?

The really sad thing is that, over the years, I’ve gotten pretty good at it.

So, if nobody’s disappointed with my work and I’m still getting paid, I guess there isn’t really a problem. I guess I'm just venting.

Except I sure would like to sleep in once in awhile.

I guess that’s what vacation days are for.