I have been a night owl for as long as I can remember. Be it chatting with my friends till wee hours in the morning, or pulling off all nighters for exams or work, I have done it all. Just like most of you. I used to enjoy the quiet of the night, that used to help me focus. Ironically enough, it was the same quiet that made me shift my clock!
Living abroad
I was totally in love with my house in the UK. I couldn’t ask for anything better. I had a big room, lots of storage space, garden facing window, and walking distance from my department building.
I don’t remember a single quiet night in this room. I could always hear some music or random noise from one of my housemates’ rooms (courtesy: thin walls). I didn’t realise how accustomed I had become to these sounds, until the lockdown hit the us all.
Cocooned in the room
As the announcements struck us all, friends, acquaintances and strangers were all moving out of their university accommodations and headed home. I had decided to stay back. When two of my housemates on my floor moved out and left the UK for their respective countries, all that was left was silence in my room. A silence which was almost deafening. The wind and rain outside that all of us used to enjoy together started feeling spooky. The pandemic, the lockdown, the four walls of my room and the quiet started to get to me. Thanks to my other housemate, we could survive the lockdown. I cannot imagine what living by myself during those months would have been like.
But the silence felt heavy and I wasn’t comfortable with it, it kept reminding me of the absence of people I had spent the last half a year with. It was then that I decided to shift my clock from staying up very late in the night, to sleeping early and waking up around 5/5:30 AM. The onset of spring really helped. I guess I was just yearning for company.
The chirps and neighs
I got some amazing company in the form of birds chirping at my window and horses that my neighbours rode very early morning. The early rays of the Sun became my alarm clock. The silence I was trying to escape was now filled with musical chirps and signs of life around me. It also massively helped my positivity levels and I fell in love with the charm of mornings. The lifelessness on my floor, was replaced by the bustle of the morning. Instead of black all around me, there were colors of the day. Especially in the lockdown, all of this became hope. Hope to cope with the absence of my friends and hope for a better tomorrow.
Light uplifted my mood. Thanks to Google, I know it was increase in serotonin. The transition from a night owl to a morning person was hard, but very rewarding. It wasn’t just a mood changer, it was a game changer!
P.S. I am still trying to keep the morning love going, and yes, it’s hard, but worth it!
Photo by Jonas Weckschmied on Unsplash
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