The transition from night owl to morning person was the most tiring and yet satisfying venture that I have ever undergone. When I was younger, I used to be a night owl. I loved to stay up late. I remember staying up in to the late hours, my face buried in a book. I would often wake up to find the book (most oftenHarry Potter) next to me on my pillow, inviting me to continue reading. Sometimes I would stay up late to jump from link to link on Wikipedia, devouring a bunch of facts, or go from site to site on StumbleUpon. Other times, I would just lay awake and think about my hopes, my dreams, my fears, and everything that had transpired so far.

But I wasn’t completely happy as a night owl. What I did not like about staying up late was the…