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The Day I Tried to Be a Morning Person and Ended Up in a Pajama Parade
They say the early bird catches the worm, but I’ve always suspected that the early bird also catches a cold, a bad attitude, and maybe a few confused stares from its nocturnal friends. Nonetheless, I decided it was time to transform myself into one of those mythical morning people. You know the type—the ones who greet the sunrise with a smile instead of a groan.
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So, one fine Monday morning, I set my alarm for 5:30 AM, determined to embrace the day before it even knew I was coming. The alarm went off, and after a brief battle with my pillow, I rolled out of bed, bleary-eyed but motivated. I had a plan: go for a jog, make a healthy breakfast, and maybe even do some yoga. It all sounded very productive in theory.
Step one: jogging. I pulled on my running shoes, grabbed my phone for some motivational music, and headed out the door. The sun was just starting to rise, casting a golden glow over the neighborhood. “This isn’t so bad,” I thought as I started jogging down the street, feeling almost proud of myself.
But then, about three blocks in, I realized something horrifying: I was still wearing my pajamas. Not just any pajamas, mind you, but my favorite pair with…
