Mornings are the worst. Let’s just start things off admitting this. As much as I try, yearn, and force myself to be a morning person it just doesn’t happen. Once I’m up it’s not too bad, life goes on. But physically getting out of bed, well, that’s a whole different story. Most of the time I end up falling asleep during my morning get-out-of-bed pep talks and wake up 45 minutes later. Talk about willpower, right?
But then I found a cure, or at the very least something that helps. Ready? Fly to Europe. Yes, you read right. Just hop on that plane, fly to Europe (anywhere, take your pick!), and then return home to the good ol’ U.S. The trick, however, is that you have to stick to the European time zone.
When Matthew and I flew home from Dublin about a month ago we had the brilliant idea of trying to harness our (or just my) getting-up-lateness by using the time zone confusion to our advantage. Then the angels sang! It worked! And suddenly I get what mornings are all about. Breakfast, the Today Show, so much time! It’s like no one told me how good it would be.