Crock’s Thoughts

I used to be a night owl. The kind of guy who thought productivity didn’t even start until the moon clocked in. Burning the midnight oil? Please—I was out there tossing gasoline on the fire, convinced that greatness only happened after dark.

But then… somewhere along this journey of life, I matured—better known as I got old!

My inner night owl packed its bags, left a note that said, “Good luck with those 10 PM ideas, old guy,” and flew south for good. Now? I’m that guy who wakes up before sunrise on purpose. Voluntarily! No alarm needed—just my body whispering, “Hey, it’s 5 AM… wanna go be weirdly productive?”

I used to wonder why all those old guys were hanging around the airport so early, sipping coffee like they had a 6 AM meeting with destiny. Now I know. I’ve become one of them. There’s a secret club of early risers, and apparently, the only membership requirement is aging knees and a sudden appreciation for sunrise.

But hey, I’m not complaining—because Morning Me? That guy is unstoppable! The world is quiet, the coffee hits just right, and my brain fires on all cylinders.

…Until about noon.

That’s when Afternoon Me shows up, confused and disoriented, like he just woke up in a different decade. Suddenly, I’m debating whether opening an airplane manual counts as “working” if I just stare at it long enough. By 2 PM, I’m Googling things like “Is napping a sign of genius?” and “How early is too early for dinner?”

So yeah, I’ve embraced it. I front-load my day like I’m prepping for hibernation because once the afternoon hits, it’s downhill on a sled made of procrastination.

If you need brilliance, efficiency, or even basic human functionality—catch me before lunch. After that, you’re just talking to a guy who knows way too much about airport coffee at sunrise.