I read a theory once that said, the time of day that a person is born is directly related to their “prime function” time of day. I was born at 8:02 in the evening, and I have never been an early morning person. It’s not that I don’t love a beautiful sunrise, or the peace that is almost palpable before the rest of the world gets stirring, I just do better waking up later in the day. I even like the days when I can manage to get up by 6 A.M. and function well all day, though this rarely happens, and is not built into my internal clock. If I do manage to wake that early I can guarantee you that I will be napping by one in the afternoon, and I’m not talking a “cat nap”, I mean a full on, in bed, sleep for four hours kind of nap.
I am a night owl. It may be that I was born at night, or that I worked second shift for so many years, or just how I am programmed. I am so not a morning person, that when I went into labor with my son at five in the morning, I literally put a pillow between my legs, and went back to sleep until seven. I got to the hospital just in time, he was born at 8:09 that morning. He was an early riser as a child, (to my great dismay), and as an adult he still loves the earliest hours of the morning. My eldest daughter was born at 2:37 in the afternoon, she now works 3-11 at her nursing job. My youngest daughter, was born at 10:32 in the morning, and like me, still likes to wake at that time, though she doesn’t have that option while raising my granddaughter. I’m starting to think that there may be some truth to the aforementioned theory after all.
My ideal sleep and function pattern seems to be, in bed by midnight and up by eight, but this rarely happens. Once my day of errands, housework, animal care, and appointments is done, then I feel free to do my things. I can sit at the computer writing, posting photos, or just playing solitaire, blissfully uninterrupted for hours. This is why many times I look at the clock and realize it’s 4 A.M., and I am still up. There are many evenings around eight when I will mention to hubby how tired I am, “Why don’t you go to bed?” he asks, and I always have to explain that this is my quiet time. Time when no one else is placing any demands on me.
I love the quiet of our neighborhood late at night, the quiet of the house, the quiet in my head. I love the just me time. As a result of my “unusual” hours, I’ve often felt guilty. I mean don’t “normal” people get up early, go to bed early? Why do I feel the need to conform to some set hours, and who set them anyway? I am 52 and I’m pretty sure I can decide my bedtime, and wake at one in the afternoon if that is what I am inclined to do.
What is your prime time of day? I know I am blessed with the freedom to choose to sleep and wake as I please, and a lot of you have jobs or kids that decide what time you have to wake and sleep. But, if you had only yourself to consider, and listened to that internal clock…what would your time be? What time were you born? Does your “best” time of day coincide with that time?