I have never by choice been one of those annoyingly early risers. I hated getting up to get my kids to school. It was like torture. It felt like a prison sentence. (Anyone reading this who either doesn’t have three kids to get to three different schools every morning for years needs to hold his/her tongue.) I’d count down… 10 more years of this, 9, 8… And eventually the kids could walk themselves to their schools or I was just driving one boy and not all three.
These feelings didn’t come as a result of not loving my offspring; in fact, we all have a pretty amazing relationship with each other. For that I am grateful. On the contrary. It came from hating to get up and forcing other people to get up and be productive when they were also not biologically driven to get up out of bed at 6 or 7. No surprise. There have been studies conducted that say the average adolescent boy’s brain isn’t wired to get up early. It is literally wired to get up at around 10 and stay up late.
As for me, I’m hyper-productive most days around the clock, but not because I get up at 5 or 6, do yoga and meditate. Hell, no. It’s because I am internally driven to be productive. Most days. I’m not good at the down time thing. I try though. Lately I’ve stopped working weekends. I just say no to any client requests. They don’t pay me enough to give them all hours of my life. It’s not like I get a second one, right? This is it.
By 3 o’clock every day I suddenly fall into a zombie mode. I’m useless for about 1.5 hours. I know this. I’ve tracked it. No point in working unless I am really pressed. I eat, I rest, I walk in the woods by my home and then I get back to what I’m doing when I feel ready. I’ll work sometimes till 8 or 9. And then I stop.
I share all of this because I’m with you, Tank. Early rising proves nothing for me personally, but if that’s the inner clock driver for other people, cool beans. Enjoy the sunrise.