The Midday Pigeon’s Guide to Springing Forward

Some people greet the sunrise like Disney woodland creatures. Others come alive at midnight like caffeinated raccoons. And then there are those of us who fall squarely—proudly—into the midday pigeon category. Not early, not late… just perfectly functional somewhere between “second cup of coffee” and “is it too early for pajamas?”

Which is exactly why the annual spring forward feels like a personal attack.

When One Hour Feels Like a Whole Personality Shift

Every year, I tell myself it’s just sixty minutes. A tiny sliver of time. A blip.

And every year, my body responds with: “Absolutely not.”

For weeks, I’ll be on the struggle bus, yawning like it’s my full-time job and negotiating with my alarm clock like it owes me money. It’s wild how one little hour can throw off your whole rhythm—your sleep, your mood, your ability to form coherent sentences before 10 a.m.

But here’s the twist: even as I drag myself through those groggy mornings, I can’t deny the magic that comes with the shift.

The Sweet Rewards of Longer Evenings

Because once we get past the morning chaos? The evenings start to feel like a gift.

• Neighbors reappear, blinking into the light like they’ve been released from winter captivity.

• The pups and I can sit on the deck, book in hand, soaking up that soft golden hour.

• When my daughter visits, she can stay a little longer before hitting the road—my mama heart loves that extra daylight buffer.

• The S.O. and I will inevitably find ourselves out on some small adventure, because warm weather + extra daylight = “why not?” energy.

• The grass starts greening, the tulips start stretching, and the trees begin their slow unfurling. It’s like the whole world is waking up with us.

So yes, we lose an hour of sleep. But we gain an hour of possibility.

What Will You Do With Your Extra Hour?

As for me? I’ll be embracing my midday pigeon ways, yawning through the mornings, and celebrating the evenings like they’re a second chance at joy.