For the first 12 years of my professional life, I worked a 3 p.m.-11 p.m. shift (or something thereabouts. I’d rather not talk about the 8 p.m.-4 a.m. or 4 p.m.-2 a.m. stints I pulled). The rhythm of my days was decidedly different from that of a lot of my friends. I’d run errands while they worked. While I worked, they’d attend concerts and parties or go out for cocktails.
For many years, I barely even awoke by noon. I missed the morning world (I took mostly morning classes in college).
When my career changed two years ago, I was more than ready to end the night shifts. The shift to dayside employment brought its own challenges. Now I had to fight the crowds in the grocery store in the evening or on weekends instead of being able to shop during the day. I had evenings free, finally, but found myself tired from getting up early and working all day.
Since we moved into our house in January, my commute’s more than doubled – and for the first time, I have to make that commute when everyone else is doing it. I don’t dig traffic, and Austin is full of that.
I do love waking up with most of the world, though. I see the same cars most mornings. Moving vans from Unicorn. Legend Lighting trucks. Tradespeople in vans going about their days. Landscaping crews. School buses and school zones, flashing lights and all.
Sometimes I miss having the grocery store to myself. I miss my career as a journalist. Rediscovering the morning world has helped me make the best of it.