A couple of days ago my wife wrote a post about becoming a morning person. Go read it. In the first paragraph she makes this observation:
I've always admired people who can get up and enjoy the early morning hours. I've admired their discipline and craved the fruits of what they enjoy--the peace and solitude and freshness of a day in its infancy. Really, there's nothing quite like the morning time. Apart from the the grogginess it brought, I have always had an appreciation for the morning...when I've woken up early enough to enjoy it.That's the kicker.
Have you ever struggled to be a morning person? I have. When I was younger, I could stay up all night with no problem. I could even wake up before my cousins. But even as a child, I always felt very tired in the middle of the day. Even when I've had manual labor jobs, I've usually wanted to simply be asleep from the hours of 9AM-5PM. But in the middle of the night and the early morning, I've always been good to go.
When I was younger, people would be amazed at how much I could read. But I used to work night jobs, which meant on days off or when I got home around midnight or later, I would simply read all night and sleep until about 11AM and get on with my day feeling exhausted until evening. And, btw, if I did wake up before 10AM, I was usually quite energized until the afternoon. In all seriousness, even on days when I worked mornings, I could stay up until a couple of hours before work, take a nap, and work and not feel any different than I would feel if I had slept eight hours.