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The cool thing to do is have a thriving nightlife. Nights are the time for coming alive, staying up, doing bad things, having fun, and are generally depicted as cool, dangerous, and productive. Nights are rock and roll. Nights are alive.

However, I have a confession to make, and I don’t care who knows it: I love mornings.

I’ve never been able to sleep in.

I missed that entire teenage/college window where people slept into late morning, afternoon, and beyond. If I sleep past 9 A.M. on the weekends, that’s lucky. Even after staying out until 2 or 3 in the morning, I’ll still be up at 7 or 8. My body can only function within the confines of when the sun actually rises and falls.

I’m also an incredibly light sleeper.

Whether it’s light or noise, I will become alert at even the slightest disruption. Sometimes, it’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make: like leaving my windows and curtains open in the L.A. summer to let the breeze in. Others, like a seemingly never-ending car alarm, sent me spiraling. Either way, I’m both an easy and an early riser.

But you know what? I treasure being up in the morning. There’s the silence that’s settled in, still from hours of peace through the night. The full potential of the day awaits, as wide and as open as the Kansas plains.

Plus, mornings are obviously time for breakfast food.

Hello? It’s the best meal of the day, if you ask me.

Waking up, popping some bread in the toaster, and brewing a cup of coffee or tea is my own form of meditation on the weekends. There’s something so beautiful, and so simple, in this miniscule routine. Spreading butter on a perfectly golden brown piece of toast, and inhaling the steam from a fresh coffee provide me with solace and stability in an otherwise crumbling world.

I love bringing my breakfast in bed, and poring over a newspaper, articles from a newspaper on my laptop, or a book. Peaceful, calming, and resetting, mornings offer a wonderful pause from the doldrums of the day.

Mornings also offer time to catch up on things.

Whether it’s unanswered emails, finishing up an episode or two of whatever show I’m watching, responding to a text from the night before, mornings always hold the most open window to check things off of a to-do list.

Weekday mornings can be tough, sure, but waking up early to go for a run or hike or walk will always make a difference in the general output of my day. My attitude is better, my energy level is higher, and I feel accomplished before I even get in the car to go to work. I love sleep, but I also like waking up and getting in the zone in the morning.

I’m always more productive in the morning.

In college, I actively signed up for 8:55 A.M. classes. Call me a maniac if you want to,but I was done with classes by the early afternoon and could do whatever I pleased!


Don’t get me wrong, I would definitely consider myself an extrovert. I love to be around people, I love to talk and communicate: but there’s something supremely satisfying about being the only person awake, with no one else to talk to. It’s nice to take a little time for myself, and to appreciate just how cool it is to be alive.

I feel like I’m giving away a secret.

I almost don’t want people to like mornings as much as I do. I like being in somewhat of a minority as a “morning person.” There’s just something so invigorating to me about the jolt of waking up, and the sacred window of time meant just for me in the mornings.

Erin Vail

Erin is the 2003 West Reading Elementary Geography Bee champion, a TV obsessive, and never not thinking about Buffalo sports.

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