night owl

flying to england and returning jet lagged a week ago has done something wonderful to my perspective. I used to believe that I could only fall asleep late at night. my parents used to call me a night owl because of it, even as a kid. I always believed it would be a habit I would have no power to break. and so going to bed early for my husband's sake of having to wake up at 6:00am was never an option. poor guy.

but now is a different story. going to bed at 8:00pm, all thanks to wonderful time difference, and waking up at 4:30am the next morning was interestingly easy. and eventually throughout the week a new routine was formed and I am now able to fall asleep at 9:00pm at night and wake up at 6:30am. easy breezy. and once this happened consecutively I began to realize this was no fluke but a break in the norm and I had now started something beautiful. a new regime. I now know that a life outside of the night owl syndrome is possible when sought after.

and I write this now, because it is 10 o'clock at night and this is the latest I have been to bed in over a week. and on top of that, I'm waiting on my husband to lazily make his way to bed instead of the other way around. who would'a thought.