I’ve never been a morning person. I’d rather stay up late, fall into bed in the early hours of the morning and wake up when my body’s ready. When I still lived in my childhood home we’d often have leisurely Sunday mornings when nobody would be up before midday.
Since I started this new job that’s had to change. Now I’m going to bed before nine and getting up shortly after five. Honestly, it’s taken some getting used to. I know I can maintain it, if I just stick to the routine. But there’s a part of me that wants nothing more than to avoid going to bed. To stay up working on the story that’s been plaguing me the last couple of days (just short of 2000 words so far, and I have a lot more semi-drafted on my phone), make a few cards…
I guess I wish I didn’t have to sleep. Because there’s not enough hours in the day. (Especially when I’m working 8-9 hours a day, plus an hour and a quarter commute each way.) But then, I really enjoy sleeping… So at the same time as not wanting to sleep, I don’t want to have to get up either.
I guess I don’t know what I want!