Why Am I Such a Morning Person?
My preferred daily rhythm is to go to bed at 21:30 and wake up at around 06:00—also on weekends.
This latter part is odd to some. They like staying up late when there is no morning-pressure from work the next day. By their actions, they clearly prefer the late evening hours to the early morning ones. They readily make this trade whenever they can.
I prefer the opposite trade: Early to bed, early to rise. Also in the weekend. The early morning hours are the best part of my day, and I will gladly sacrifice the late evening to have more of them.
Truthfully, my day peaks during the early morning hours, and when noon arrives, I begin to long for the next next day. It is in the early morning that I feel the most inspired and most creative. It is when I have the most energy. I cannot replicate this feeling at other times of the day. Very little inspires me if I wake up at 10am. But if I wake up at 6 after a full night’s sleep, the world seems at my feet.
I wonder what drives this inclination and what it implies. Surely, it is more than a purely biological phenomenon—an early inner clock. I could shift my circadian rhythm if I wanted to. The interesting point is that I do not, while others do.
What is so unique about early mornings that no other part of the day gives me the same value? Is it that I like the darkness transitioning into the early sun? No—I get this only during the winter months. Is it the feeling that the rest of the world is asleep as I start my day? Maybe a little. Is it the early sun itself—whether I experience the sunrise or not? Perhaps.
I truly do not know why. I can just say with absolute certainty that I am a morning person. There is little I love more than getting up early. It feels right; it feels appropriate; it feels like something I am supposed to do.