All of my close friends and family members know this about me. I’m the person who wakes up in the morning and typically needs about an hour to “wake up”. Before that hour you probably won’t get a coherent or generally pleasant conversation out of me or a truly genuine smile for that matter. I’m not trying to say that I’m awful, but really…I’m just not a morning person.
Recently I’ve realized that some people (morning people) don’t really understand this. It’s not that I’m in a bad mood or that I “woke up on the wrong side of the bed”. It’s just that my body is awake and upright, but my brain is still laying down dreaming. Unfortunately, there is not enough coffee in the world that could transform me into a morning person, it just takes a little time.
I’m just thinking back to the summers breaks when I used to work at my family’s diner. They weren’t the earliest of mornings, but I remember walking in the door and saying to my mom and grandmother, “don’t talk to me yet.” That probably seems incredibly rude, but they knew and understood exactly what I meant. I should really thank them a lot for being so patient with me those days.
Can you guess who the bottom half of this picture is? Hahaha. I’m only joking, but sometimes I feel like this is how others view me. I’m quiet, slightly distant and a bit uncommunicative, but I swear I still I love you all.
Just be patient with me and all of the other non-morning people out there. As soon as we “wake up” we’ll be back to our normal selves. It could be an hour or it could be after noon, but we’ll get there.