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I’ve never been a morning person. Even when I was young, on a Saturday morning you’d find me buried under the sheets, unwilling to drag myself out of bed before 11am. “You’ve missed half the day,” my mum would say to me as I trudged down the hallway after midday, still in my pyjamas. School mornings were the worst.
Even though I lived a five-minute bike ride away, I’d always be in a rush to get to my first class on time, having slept in until the last possible minute. At 25, you’d think I would’ve grown out of this habit. I think I expected myself to, but I haven’t. If I don’t have to be up, I won’t be.
Truthfully, it’s been making me feel a bit gross lately. I always seem to be grasping for more time, rushing because I’m late or wishing I’d done more with my day. I’m on uni break at the moment, which means I’ve had fewer places to be and more time on my hands. But ironically, I feel as though I’ve had less time than ever before. I’ve been wasting it away, staying up late and then ‘rotting’ away my mornings (as they say on TikTok).
Last week, I decided it was time for a fresh start. I needed to kick myself into gear. I resolved to try getting up at 6am for five days, to see if it made any difference to how I was feeling. Having always been a night owl, I anticipated the hardest part was going to be getting to sleep early enough to ensure more than eight hours of shut-eye.
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julia kittelty 