I used to be a morning person. Seemingly against the grain, I could get up easily for high school, eat breakfast, and have time to watch reruns of “Leave It To Beaver” and the local clown show, the “ JP Patches Show” before leaving to walk to the bus stop. I never had problems getting up.
But then I developed severe health issues that were undiagnosed till my late 30s. It became increasingly difficult to get up in the morning and I never felt rested upon awakening. In fact, for a time I was afraid I wouldn’t wake up in the morning, that each night might be my last.
For various reasons I ended up working full time for a job which requires me to get up at 6 AM. Due to increasing traffic in the Seattle area and office move, I had to get up at 4:45 to get to work in time at 7AM. We could work free overtime for several hours a night, but hell would break loose if any of us arrived a minute late in the morning, regardless of traffic, distance, or inclement weather.
I was forced to be creative in the evenings after work, when exhausted. But the choice was either to accomplish nothing or to force myself to work on projects later at night.
But lately I realize that my best mental hours are before dinner time. I have the most energy between 11AM and 5PM to concentrate my mental efforts. It takes a lot of energy to think deeply.
So, after this long-winded explanation, I’m neither.
Am I a tweener?