I have never been a morning person. I've always accepted that fact.
In high school, I watched as my twin sister would leap out of bed with a spring in her step and hum a song as she drew back the curtains and flooded the room with light. *Shudder*
I, on the other hand, would creep out of my dark room with messy hair and general disdain for the world around me, remaining incapable of human conversation until caffeine was in my body.
It's fine, I'd tell myself. It's just who I am.
A visual representation, if you will:
As I grew up and started university, I became even more sure of my identity; I was a night owl through and through.
This is why working night shifts at Mamamia for two years worked pretty well for me. I could knock off around 10pm, stay up until 2am catching up on shows and life admin, and then spend the mornings sleeping in before work.
But when I was asked if I wanted to move to the morning shift to write our live news feed - something I was incredibly excited about - I knew I had to jump on the opportunity.
I’d just have to change my... entire existence first. No biggie.
(Narrator: It was in fact, a biggie)
What followed were months of 4:30am alarms, brain fog and co-workers telling me I looked like a corpse by 2pm (they used kinder words, but based on the look of concern on their faces, I could tell it wasn't pretty).
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