[random notes: night owls and early birds]
This thread began in the comments at Michael’s blog (the thread was completely off the topic, but check out the post – it’s good).
I was always a bit jealous of people who could get up early. Ever since I’ve read the first Max Lucado’s book, I became even more amazed with the people who get up early.
I guess I can call myself a night owl, although that has been slowly changing in the last couple of years since I have started working. Some of my friends still don’t understand why I do not want to stay up until 5 in the morning, but I don’t really care. I need my beauty sleep.
The morning are still tough for me. At least when I am home and someone else is home too. When there’s no one home, it is easy for me to get up, turn some nice rocky music on, and hop my way around the apartment getting ready for the day. And morning for me starts a lot later than for the most people who will be reading this blog.
I love mornings when I can be myself. I love mornings when I am not at home because it makes the getting-ready-process easier – the choice of clothes and stuff is not as big 😀 I love mornings in the camps when I know that after I make myself my big Starbucks or Church of the Nazarene mug of coffee, I’ll join my brothers and sisters for morning devotions. I love mornings when I wake up at my best friend’s place whenever I stay over at her place and she’s still sleeping (she’s quite talkative, so it’s a pleasure when she’s quiet – JUST KIDDING:D)
But, for me, the quiet times for writing, reading, and chatting with God are at night. When mom’s TV is turned off, my cat’s there, sleeping peacefully, a mug full of hot Earl Grey tea with lemon by my side, and Jacy, my lappy, on my lap.
I miss Idaho times. When I could walk outside in my stocking-feet, sit on the porch swing that usually stood somewhere in the backyard, watch the stars, and play with Nome, the wolf (yeah, a real wolf)… Oh, not to forget Tai-Bear, a little shih-tzu, who was always fighting Nomes for my attention. Considering the altitude the Idaho Falls is located at, the sky is almost always clear there and the stars were always shining so brightly. In August, there were also meteor showers and I got to see some really awesome “falling stars”…
Who knows, maybe later when I’ll get a family of my own, I would finally teach myself to get up early. Maybe not.
What about you? Are you a night owl or an early bird? Is it by choice or natural?