When I was younger I wasn’t exactly known for being a ray of sunshine in the mornings. I’d say quite the opposite. My mom/grandparents/and uncle all still tell stories of how horrible I was in the mornings. But as an adult it has been the opposite. I pop up in the mornings and get going- usually pretty cheerfully. Most mornings when I wake up this is what is in my head:
Maybe that has something to do with it?