This summer, Debbie started timing her day by sunrise. I’ve been a night owl, but she has always been zippy in the morning. In fact, she has several activities or practices before the sun even shows up. I have one practice, SLEEPING.
Getting our schedule together, otherwise know as Circadian Rhythm has not been easy. Not the hardest thing I’ve done in my life, but not the easiest. She is more circadian and I'm less rhythm. At least at that time of day.
I’m not enough of a scientist to know everything about light and how it affects the human body and our activity levels, but I think there is something to it. So I join her every morning and get my dose of morning light.
One of the benefits of this switch from being a nighty to a morning person is that I get time with her. This was one of my complaints, that life and its craziness made it hard for us to have much quality time together. One of her solutions for that problem was to get up and walk several miles every morning when I could barely keep my eyes open. I hope you’re not laughing at me right now, I can feel you laughing, your little gleeful I’m a happy, zippy morning person laugh.
I don’t hate morning people. I don’t hate anyone. But if I did have a bit of hate, I’d bet there was a morning person involved. Just saying. But don’t let me throw shade on your sunrise.
I’m just a bit happy with myself that I get up every morning, throw on 3 layers of warm clothes, wool socks, thick hiking boots, some kind of hat and a face covering that makes me look like I’m in the desert riding a camel. And lately, it’s quite cold. But I’m proud.
Sometimes Debbie worries I’ll have another stroke out there. I don’t want that. But I’m doing other things to prevent that. So yes, Light or Debbie, or both are charging me. She’s perky and happy and fun to be with at six am and I’m awake. Anything better than that and she considers it a bonus.
I’ve got to turn in now, I don’t want to miss the sun with my sweetheart.