For as long as I can remember, I’ve been an early riser. When I was a kid, I was the first member of the family who was up in the morning. In college, I was never able to sleep in like my friends could. And once I started working, I established the “early to bed, early to rise” regimen that would have made Poor Richard proud.
But here’s the thing: as time passed, I found myself waking up, and going to bed, earlier and earlier. When it got to the point this summer where I was opening my eyes at 4:30 a.m., with no hope of going back to sleep, I knew I needed to do something. Those hours might be ideal for a farmer, but they seemed a bit out of whack for me.
So lately I’ve been trying to change from an early bird to more of a night owl. It isn’t easy. Working to modify ingrained daily habits that have prevailed for decades is a challenge. The effort for now focuses on the back end of the day, where I’ve been striving to stay up later than usual. This means no night-time reading, which will always cause me to doze off, and trying to find some really riveting TV shows — like Peaky Blinders, which Kish and I have just started watching. Through concentrated effort, I’ve actually been up past 10 p.m. every day this week. This may not seem like anything to those people who regularly catch the late show on TV, but it’s a significant step for me.
And this morning, I slept in until 5:30. 5:30! I feel like a slugabed, but progress is being made.