I like being up and out late too. After-hours antics feel more natural. But when I do have to get up early because of my day job, or travel plans, or weekend breakfast/brunch summits, I get more done throughout the rest of the day.
Lately I’ve been forcing myself to wake up much earlier than I need to, mostly just to see what it’s like. How wholesome are these early birds for real?
5:30 a.m. I open the windows and hear the birds belting out not-half-bad arias, and alarm clocks in the building next door going off at 6:00 and 6:30 and 7:00. I don’t know if my mind works better at this hour, but it definitely works differently. New thought patterns and perspectives are internally popping off, even before I have food and caffeine in me, and they’re helping me get valuable creative work done before 8 a.m.
Still, until I become a mother, there’s no chance of this happening every day. That’s a caffeine-free promise.
From what I’ve seen, when the mainstream media takes up this topic the typical research-based subtext is that early rising is the superior state – if night owls reconfigure themselves into morning people, their moods and outcomes will change for the better. Diurnal propaganda.
I’ll only be reprogrammed so much. But my joining forces with the tweety birds a couple of days a week won’t do anyone any harm.