I’m writing this at 3 am. I’ve been trying to sleep since midnight, but I’m wide awake. So I gave up trying to sleep and decided to write.
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I’ve worked the night shift the past four nights, 8 pm to 8 am. I guess my body clock is still operating on that schedule and my brain thinks I should be working.
Kalyn works the night shift, so that’s why I work the night shift. It makes our relationship more fun when we can be on the same schedule.
Working through the night can be isolating though.
I work from home, so I don’t have coworkers to interact with. Stores aren’t open at night. Twitter isn’t being updated, and blogs aren’t being published. It feels like it’s just me in the world.
It can get kind of lonely.
It’s the same feeling I get when I’m going through a hard time. The world feels strange. The unknown is oppressive. I feel alone.
But one thing I’ve learned from working the night shift is that morning always comes.
I used to hate mornings. Mornings meant waking up for school, going to a job I didn’t like, being tired.
But now I look forward to them. I spend all night in anticipation of the sunrise.
Because morning means the isolation is over. Morning means my hoping for the darkness to end wasn’t in vain.
If you’re going through a hard time, morning will come. If you’re lonely, the world will soon come to life around you.
The darkness will not last forever. I guarantee it. I watch the light overcome darkness three times a week.
Sometimes it seems far off, but morning always comes. Sometimes it feels like this will be the one day where the sun decides not to rise, but the sun always rises.
You can make it through the night. Wait for the morning. It will come. Your hope will not be in vain.
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