“Being bright-eyed and raring to go first thing in the morning is not just a case of how much sleep someone has had, nor is it a reflection of willpower. Genes may largely determine it.”
While this may not excuse me being a total bitch in the morning, I have to say it is comforting to read this, from an excellent blog post in today’s New York Times: Larks, Owls and Hummingbirds.
I have always struggled with my “unique” circadian clock, from childhood up until this very morning. After college, I even took a job with hours that are more fitting for me — copy editing a newspaper from 4 p.m. until midnight. The hours were great, the days off were terrible — Tuesdays and Wednesdays, and always working holidays. So I didn’t last long, and switched to a reporter position with day hours and weekends/holidays off. I loved it, except that I no longer got to sleep in until 10 or so, then head off to the beach and enjoy the sunlight before going into work. Instead, I’d race out of the office at 6, and try to soak up any fading rays before sunset. Then, I’d force myself to fall asleep early. Still, no matter what I did — or have done since then — I do not feel awake until about 10 a.m.
Now in my early 30s, I understand that is just how I am. And I wait for the world to understand that, too.
(Meaning: Read the column, and don’t hate me the next time we share a morning together and all I seem to do is yawn, scowl and drop things.)