photo: google images
almost every morning before i get out of bed i look through my instagram feed for a few minutes while my brain and body slowly wake up. they are mostly pictures of people's breakfasts, morning commutes and bed-heads. one picture this morning was labeled, "5 am." it was a view from the stair-master and i immediately felt guilty.* 5 am and she was already logging time at the gym! at 5 am in my world, i was just settling into my rem sleep.
*it takes next to nothing to make me feel guilty about something. in fact, if i'm not feeling guilty about something i make sure to find something to feel guilty about. and then i feel better. guilty, but better.
i think i've always been a night person. some of my earliest memories are of sharing a double bed with my older sister. we were probably 4 (me) and 6 (her), and every morning my mom would come in to wake us up for school. she'd sing this little song as she flickered the lights and opened the blinds,
oh, how i hate to get up in the morning!
oh how i hate to get out of bed!
but the hardest part of all,
is to hear the bugle call,
yougottagetup, yougottagetup, yougottagetup in the morning!
we would whine and complain and hide under the covers. at that age, my sister was much worse about responding to the "bugle call," but as we got older, into high school, i was the one being dragged out of bed each day. i'd hit snooze an average of 6 times until my sister finally came into my room and yelled at me to get in the shower. oftentimes, she would come back to my room, only to find me post-shower, wrapped in a towel, asleep in my bed. needless to say, we were consistently late to school. we perfected the art of doing our makeup in the car and, to this day, i can apply perfect eyeliner while driving. (i could write another post entirely on my lack of punctuality, but i'll try to stick to the topic at hand...)
anyway, seeing that instagram picture this morning reminded me once again of how much i wish i were a morning person. i'm envious of those who are content to call it a day at 9 pm, get a full night's rest, and wake up to the glorious, early dawn. ever since piper started school, i've had trouble finding a workout schedule that works for me and it's driving me crazy. i have to figure out a plan. at this point, an early morning workout is the only thing i can come up with but since i'm not a morning person, i'm nervous to even try.
so, my question is: is this something you can even change about yourself? how engrained is it within us? (i know this probably sounds a bit melodramatic, clearly this is not some deeper philosophical or spiritual issue, but humor me...) is it simply a matter of self-discipline or will it be a constant battle for me if i try to change? one of my favorite teachers, mentors and dearest friends always said, "twenty-eight days makes a habit." do you think that's true in this case? honestly, there's no way i could commit to going to bed at 10 pm for 28 days in a row, i'm way too social for that. but maybe i could commit to going to bed at 10 pm like, 5 days a week?
i guess i'm just curious--have any of you "changed" yourself in this way?
do you think it's worth a shot?