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The Time I Tried to Be a Morning Person
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I've always aspired to be a morning person. You know the type—those people who wake up at 5 AM, drink a glass of lemon water, meditate, go for a run, and still have time to make avocado toast before 8 AM. I looked at them with a mix of admiration and disbelief.
One summer, I decided that I was definitely going to become one of them. I mean, how hard could it be? I’d read about all the benefits—more energy, better mood, better productivity—and frankly, I was tired of scrolling through Instagram at 2 AM, wondering why I felt like a zombie the next day.
So, I set a goal: I would wake up at 6 AM every day for a week and see what happened. I even set an alarm. And not just any alarm, but the loudest, most obnoxious one I could find on my phone. It sounded like the world was ending, which, in hindsight, probably wasn’t the best way to start the day.
On my first day, I woke up abruptly. I had set my alarm for 6:00 AM, but my body had a different plan. I dragged myself out of bed, fumbled to turn off the alarm, and immediately stumbled back into the covers. Just five more minutes, I told myself. Then I proceeded to sleep through every other alarm I’d set for the next hour.
