Some people in the morning. Me

Some people in the morning. Me

Some people in the morning are like bright rays of sunshine, bursting with energy and ready to take on the day. They wake up with a smile on their face, eager to tackle whatever challenges come their way. These people seem to effortlessly glide through their morning routine, sipping on their coffee and humming a tune as they get ready for the day ahead.

Then there's me in the morning. I am not a morning person by any stretch of the imagination. Waking up early feels like a Herculean task, and I often hit the snooze button multiple times before finally dragging myself out of bed. My hair is a tangled mess, my eyes are half-closed, and I stumble around like a zombie as I try to piece together some semblance of a coherent thought.

While some people in the morning are already dressed to the nines and looking like they just stepped off the cover of a magazine, I am usually still in my pajamas, bleary-eyed and desperately in need of caffeine. My morning routine consists of stumbling into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee, which I then proceed to guzzle down like it's the elixir of life.

Despite my groggy state, there is something comforting about the quiet stillness of the morning. The world seems to be holding its breath, waiting for the day to begin. As I sit at the kitchen table, sipping my coffee and watching the sun slowly rise, I feel a sense of peace wash over me. It's a brief moment of calm before the chaos of the day sets in.

While some people in the morning may have their day meticulously planned out, I often fly by the seat of my pants, taking each moment as it comes. I may not be the most put-together person in the morning, but I have learned to embrace my own unique rhythm. And who knows, maybe one day I'll even become a morning person. But for now, I'll just enjoy my coffee and take things one sleepy step at a time.