Pure Owl

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Are you more of a night or morning person?

There used to be a joke at work; the scream at 11 am was me waking up and realising where I was.

There was some truth in that. I don’t do mornings, it takes me a while to get going, as such a 9-5 working day generally meant I’d be late for work. I realised years later that this was partly because my jobs were entirely wrong for me and that’s no incentive to get your act together.

I did get up at 4 am for a private tour of Stonehenge once, I was so excited but also a bit confused. Tony made very sure to have coffee ready, and not engage me in conversation.

Early birds

Puzzle me. Not just because I can’t imagine it, but because they can seem proud of it, as if it’s the right way to be. Not all of course, some are gentle with us owls.

People ask things like:

  • Don’t you miss sunrise? I have sunset.
  • The best part of the day is the morning Two words: evening entertainment.
  • They don’t like the dark. How else will they see the stars?
  • You miss the best part of the day. My day is 8 am to 1 am. Okay some of it’s night, but I’m awake and doing stuff.

The funniest though was when someone told me that they couldn’t bear to miss the early hours of the morning. I countered with “it was lovely at 3 am”.

Seriously good advice

Going against your body clock rarely works. You are what you are. I missed my vocation of working in the entertainment industry, as a night owl I’d be perfect.

I’m also a public speaker, a lot of that is done in the evenings. Mediumship ditto. I’m made to be who I am. We can tease each other all we like, but to thrive you have to be able to cope and maximise the time when you’re at your best.

If you’re a night owl, don’t become a milkman.

Deb 🤣

For the benefit of the younger generation our milk used to delivered between 4 and 6 am. The clunking of bottles was actually a lovely sound to wake up to, much nicer than an alarm. Thank goodness my mum was an early riser though, by the time I got up either the milk would have been sour or the birds would have had it.

Published by debdancingstarhawken7

I'm a writer, public speaker, medium, and spiritual thinker. I suffered from acute anxiety from the age of 16 until I was well into my 50s, when I finally found methods that helped me to put it behind me. My struggles led to me exploring life through poetry, then plays, and over a 15 year period I made notes for a self help book which I published in 2015. Details on the book page. Although I am a psychic medium and loved the work, it didn’t feel right for me. It was an utter privilege, but my path was the exploration of what it means to be spirit in the real world and how we can make practical use of those abilities. Nowadays I write, blog, and teach soul-centred living, which is a gentle way of undoing past programming and connecting to your essential self, or soul. If you’re interested email me and we can chat. No pressure, it’s right for you or it’s not and you will know. The groups meet on line so no going out on cold, wet, winter’s evenings. On a personal note, I’m based in the UK. Married with five cats, no children, and four grandchildren, thanks to our inherited daughter, who has gifted us four beautiful little people that bring us such joy. Hope you enjoy the blogs. Deb xx

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