Back in high school I used to say I wasn't a morning person. I was a nite owl, and it was in my blood! Damn you school system trying to make me get up early and all that jazz.
Now I get up at 5 in the morning most days.
I don't doubt the possibility of something making someone more likely to be active at certain parts of the day. My psychology degree is still in the mail. What strikes me, though, is how willing I was to take a construct that was out there and say "This is me. I am this." When i was just staying up late because when else was I going to do all the things that I wanted to do?
Well the option that I'm finding now that I am busier with life is in the morning. Readjusting myself to get up at 5am was only not painful but I find that I go through the day with a higher sense of accomplishment. Starting off with a little bit of writing and playing a game, I find myself getting to work on time or early, ready to work and satisfied at the end of the day.
But wait there's more!
I'm actually less tired than I was before. I'm still exhausted when I should be exhausted, but I find myself all the better. Maybe I was always a morning person living a different life? Maybe it's not as black and white as we'd like it to be.