Morning and Night

Usually, every Tuesday my roommate will wake me up at 8 A.M. and I'll bring him to class. Even though we live across the street from campus his first class every day is a good twenty minute walk uphill. It's a mutual agreement; I save him the embarrassing flushed and sweaty out of breath look when he finally arrives to class and in turn I get to start my day with the sun. Lord knows, I'm still working on wake up discipline on days when I don't have any responsibilities until six in the evening. 

Today, I realized I am a morning person.

I like coffee best when I pair it with watching the sun beginning its illumination of the city. I'll sit with a bold cup of joe outside and share an awakening with the town.

I enjoy getting to put on a sweat band and doing some good old fashioned doctor recommended morning stretches. I tell myself I would run more often if I didn't live in the hill country, but I love this place.

I love reading my bible bright and early and getting to see God's vision for my day. It gives me optimism and allows me to use scripture as a filter for everything I will encounter that day.

It's a process. I start to feel everything come awake: physically, mentally, spiritually.

However, I also have known most of my life that I hold fast to the night owl state. I can't remember the last time I went to bed before midnight. There is something about the night hours that are mysterious and no matter where I am I always feel like I am in on something that no one else knows about. There is quite a strange community of graveyard shift workers and customers. I used to work in a coffee shop from 11PM-7AM and weird, unexplainable things would happen with customers. Not to mention the things I would do while on the job. Including "testing" the ice cream to make sure it is at optimal temperature, singing into the tail end of a broom like I'm Steven Tyler, and pushing a bunch of tables together and taking a siesta. I loved the hours, but hated the job.

At night I start to feel my creative juices flowing, and my roommate agrees. He is an artist that spends a lot of time working on projects for class. He doesn't start until the late hours but gets in the zone and just makes this crazy awesome stuff. I like to write late at night. Right at the point where I start to get tired I'll pull out my notebook and write about beautiful things I noticed that day. My half conscious state allows the writing to be more dreamy and imaginary. Although, sometimes I'll read it again in the morning and it makes no sense. I guess that's the point of creativity; it's all in the moment.

So I'm torn between an early bird and a night owl. To be honest, I don't really care about the classification, I just want to enjoy them both while I'm still in my twenties and have minimal responsibilities. Good morning. Goodnight.