I’m a morning person, and I realized recently that even saying that, I’m kind of … virtue-signalling to the world. Like, I am filled with righteous early-morning energies that make me a more desireable human than the kinds of people who are productive after dinner. Which, let’s face it, I am not.
Productive after dinner, that is.
Okay, nor am I inherently Better Than the Sleep-Inners.
But someone in our society (I’m looking at you, Ben Franklin) decided it was virtuous to wake up in the freezing, dark hours (3 degrees today, gross) and get moving. And I do that.
And I like it.
But today, everything felt wrong. Heavy. Gravity was turned up way too high. It was darker than usual. Not to mention, as I already mentioned, stupid cold.
I wished for 30 minutes more of sleep.
But I got up and virtued my way through a yoga session and some in-house jogging and felt the virtue, if not the love. So I guess, even though I know the idea is flawed, I kinda buy it anyway.