The mystery of morning people
With every fiber of my being, I wish I was a morning person.I wish I was one of those people who naturally awakens even before the break of dawn, and instantly bounds out of bed, fully refreshed and ready to take on each new day, clear-eyed and full of it, so to speak.But I’m not. From as far back as I can remember, I’ve always had a rough time transitioning from Sleepy Town to Fully Awake Land. Really rough.
When I was a little girl, my parents bought me a red Snoopy banner they pinned to my bedroom door. There was Snoopy looking completely disheveled, sprawled out on top of his dog house with the words, “I think I’m allergic to mornings.” I can relate.It didn’t get any better as I got older. In college, I worked as a river guide on multi-day river trips in Utah. This meant I should have been the first person up and at ’em, frying up bacon and whistling a happy tune. But it was a struggle. My sleeping bag was so comfy. Those desert mornings could be kind of cool. Just five more minutes. Meanwhile, everyone around me had packed up and was ready to get on the river. Whoops.My husband is a morning person. It is truly amazing to watch this guy go from zero-to-fully-awake in nothing flat. Bang! He’s awake. Bang! He’s gone, making coffee, showering, bustling around. He’s so morning-oriented, most of the time he makes me breakfast in bed served to me on a tray (yep, I know I’m lucky). Sometimes, that tray is the only thing that can get me to wake up enough to lock into a new day.
In an attempt to change this lifelong weakness, I’ve tried different tactics. Once, I signed up for a step class at 5:30 a.m., and I actually got up in the dark and drove to the gym. More than once. I loved it. I’d go sweat my brains out and be ready for my day by 7 a.m. But it didn’t take long for my resolve to slip. Soon, 5:30 a.m. came and went with my head still firmly against the pillow. I’ve tried going to bed earlier, but that doesn’t work either. Trying to fall asleep when you’re not ready is akin to not thinking about a big pink elephant if someone tells you not to think about a big pink elephant. It doesn’t work.And countless times, I’ve set my alarm, promising myself that I’d shut it off the first time it went off. But that “Snooze” button is situated so conveniently on top of the clock. Periodically tapping on it isn’t as hard as actually getting up.
Somebody told me to put my alarm clock across the room, so I’d be forced to physically get out of bed to shut it off. Well, that works great – but how easy it is to crawl back into bed for a few more luscious moments of shut-eye. So if you have any great ideas on how to shift into a bright-eyed and bushy-tailed early-morning riser, I’m all ears. But in the meantime, I’m putting on my pajamas and dreaming of a lazy morning in bed. Carrie Click is the editor and general manager of The Citizen Telegram in Rifle. Once she actually throws her feet over the bed and stands up, she can be pretty productive. Carrie can be reached at 384-9170, firstname.lastname@example.org.
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