When I get asked what kind of person I am, day or night, it always half amuses and half annoys me. The good people of the world, I rationalize are the morning people. The ones that throw back the covers and leap out of bed eager to take on the world. When I wake up in the morning, I check the clock by squinting really hard (glasses off) to see what kind of bargaining leeway I have. As in, 'oh it's only quarter to 5, I can still get another 1/2 an hour to potentially 45 minutes if I dry shampoo my hair and skip contouring around my eyes, yeah and if I eat breakfast in the car I might be able to carve out another 15 minutes...' Then and only then when I can no longer bargain and the time on the clock makes it imperative that I get up, or my cat Gordon senses that I am not fully asleep and begins crying in the vernacular of his people do I shade my eyes and switch on the light. Gordon and I blink at each other, I slip on my glasses and I say the first words of the day, the same words I almost always say, " Yeah G, I know, that's brutal, okay let's go get you and Jamie some breakfast..." And then I say nothing (except for off key singing in the car) until I am at work and the first person spies me and says 'Good Morning'.
Yep, I'm not a morning person and I generally feel bad about it. Heaven knows I've tried. I read books, tried morning Zumba, yoga, positive affirmations, and some concoction of apple cider vinegar honey and cinnamon that my uncle swore by. I've taken echinacea, vitamin b, c, d, e, and k. I shocked myself with really loud music and explored existential conversations with Alexa. Nothing.
I get through mornings by adhering to an airtight schedule. In fact, I have everything timed in such a way that if anything is off by more than 2-3 minutes, I panic because I am so dependent on doing everything in such a way that guarantees me nearly the same leaving time.
I think very little in mornings, I do everything on sort of an auto-pilot, leaving very little time to have deep thoughts or hear dialog in my head.
By contrast, I'm the opposite at night. I'm almost a different person. I ruminate, I consider, I rationalize, I romanticize, I conceptualize. I ponder, expound and illustrate. I read, I write, I listen to music and dance. Sometimes I just simply watch great old movies and laugh or cry. I recite poetry out loud, mostly the Romantic poets but sometimes a little John Donne or my favorite Sonnets from the Portuguese. I always feel somehow that poetry read silently is just wrong.
I always wish there was someone here to talk to, to dance with, to recite poetry. Most of my best conversation is probably at around midnight to 3 a.m, if I was awake that is. Sometimes I am, it's as if my brain had such a great thought or there is something in my soul that will not allow slumber until I acknowledge it. The best or most inspired writing I've done has always been in the late evening or early morning hours.
Maybe it's time to make peace with this. To finally allow myself to quit feeling guilty for loving the night more than the day. It actually makes sense. I'm a closure kind of person. I'm always happiest when I lay down the completed file and cap my pen. To me beginnings (mornings) are kind of scary; I have no idea what the day will bring. The night brings the enchantments like my favorite time of day 'twilight' when the stars begin to come out and the moon peeks out from behind the dark curtain of sky. It brings completion, the relaxation of knowing you did all you could to make the day a success. At night, you can reflect on all the vagaries of life and shrug off the disappointments and rejoice in the victories.
At night, Sinatra makes more sense, dreams can become reality and the new day can be put off for just a little longer.
"It must have been moonglow way up in the blue. It must have been moonglow
that led me straight to you..."
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