I love working in the morning. I always have. It’s a tricky thing, because I haven’t always been the easiest person to wake up in the morning (ask my mother about it).
That sticky bit aside, I love nothing more than curling my hands around a cup of coffee before the sun gets its shine on. Then lunch rolls around, and that’s about the time that everything goes downhill—and it’s not just because I have children. It’s always been that way—I’d fall asleep in afternoon classes or hurry home from work to have a nap (if my attempt to nap at my desk during my lunch break failed). By that point, the day seemed pretty much over, quashing my motivation to get any thing work-related done. Instead, I’d opt for some wine and some housecleaning.
I realize now that I may have been so tired in the afternoons (and still am) because I go so hard in the mornings, trying to get my to-do list squashed before the afternoon sets in. Either way, my creative juices only seem to flow in the morning, and I’ve come to terms with that. It gets tricky with little ones running about, but I feel that in a way, the way that I function allows me to fully focus on one task at a time, allowing me to be truly present wherever I am—something that has became a rarity for many of us today. So in the true tradition of fall, bring on that afternoon naps (even if it does mean a late night to follow…).
