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Morning Larks and Night Owls
A song of sleep and schedule
I’m sure you’ve defined yourself as one of these. Either you can’t stand the mornings and hit that snooze button as many times as you can until you really have to get up. Or you’re up and out at 5.30am, off for a stroll or jog in the park and have read the news and finished your morning coffee by 7am.
It’s 9.30 on a Sunday morning. The weather is miserable, lashings of rain blown by everyone’s favourite wind, jugo, have turned the soil into mud. The wind so strong last night that it woke me up, and combined with a coffee I consumed after 7pm, I couldn’t sleep.
As I lay here on my sofa, under my warmest of blankets, my eyes soft and sleepy, I once again remember the importance of sleep. Moreover, that it’s not about the number of hours you get, but the quality and the way in which you sleep.
The early bird catches the worm.
If I had to choose one, I would say I am definitely a morning person. I enjoy getting up to a just risen sun, and feeling like I have all the hours of sunlight before me. I have tried and failed to wake up every day at the same time as sunrise, but different chapters in my life have led me to let the sun dictate.
