I’ve become a morning person by accident, and honestly, it’s delightful.
A recent trip to Thailand (which is 1.5 hours ahead) has quietly hijacked my routine. My body clock is now like, “Why are we still in bed? The sun has already submitted its attendance report.” So I’ve been waking up earlier, without the usual bargaining and snooze‑button negotiations.
It might also be the weather. As the days get hotter, my bed starts feeling like a warm naan left too long on the tawa. The solution? Escape early. The morning air is cooler, the world is quieter, and the coffee tastes like it has a better personality before 8 a.m.
The new schedule has its perks. I get a bonus hour of calm, a head start on work, and a tiny window where the city feels like it’s on airplane mode. Even my thoughts feel crisper—as if they’ve been stored in the fridge overnight.
If this shift sticks, I might even lean into it: early walks, sunrise playlists, and smug nods at the clock. But even if it fades, I’m enjoying the novelty. My body clock took a quick detour via Bangkok, and now it’s making me a proud member of the 6 a.m. club.
Fun twist: waking up early isn’t just productive—it’s kind of charming. Like finding an empty cafe before the rush, or catching the first page of the day before anyone else has opened the book.