One of my favorite phrases growing up was “10 more minutes.” I never woke up without being shaken by my mom (alarm clocks didn’t do the trick). I struggled to go to sleep, and STRUGGLED to wake up. If only I had known the joys of caffeine back then…
I have now become the person I never possibly thought I could be: A morning person. I bound out of my bed for breakfast. Sleeping past seven is a struggle. Swapping my sleep schedule would be a positive if I were an adult. I know, I know: 22 is sort of adult-age. But until my “going out” consists of weddings and holidays, I can’t fully consider myself an adult.
My sleep schedule is completely out-of-wack for being sociable. I can do without a morning cup of coffee, but would likely fall asleep at the bar if I didn’t sip one at 6PM. The caffeine causes a vicious cycle, however: I fall asleep just fine after going out, and am wide awake at 7 as usual. I’m wide awake until about 10. Then, I’m sipping caffeine like crazy—or just cranky.
I don’t want to sacrifice a social life. I just wish I could rewire my clock for the weekend. I’m pretty certain no one else is ready to sing “It’s Five O’Clock Somewhere” as the sun rises.