I have always been kind of an owl. When I was a kid, I used to do my homework in the middle of the night and than write reports for other kids for money, so I can buy more books to read. That was my job, so I guess I can say I have been on a night shift ever since I was about thirteen years old.
I never thought that you can still enjoy a nice sleepless night with a kid in the house. The kid is suppose to suck all your energy during the day, so your only option for the night is to sleep. You know, like most normal people do. Well, I am slowly discovering that it’s still possible to work night shifts, but after a few nights my body starts whispering those nasty words: “You’re not so young anymore, please let me get some rest!”. Still I am being stubborn and think about how nice it is to spend the whole day with my daughter undisturbed by thoughts of work. The night shifts allow me to feel free during the day, although both my body and my brain are contradicting me all the time.
There was a time when I thought that if I have trained myself to do this since I was a kid, I could go on doing this forever. Neah! I’m not that lucky, but still I try. Working nights is who I am, it’s about using the moment of the day to which I am most comfortable with, when I can hear my thoughts louder and clearer. I am an owl! I will always be one and even if life, age and other circumstances won’t allow me to be one anymore, I will always be an owl by spirit.