bed time?

I think that my Ode to Night Owls has transformed me into someone else. Since school began two weeks ago I have gone from late-night-internet-addict to a very different in-bed-by-nine-thirty-Old-Lady. Going to bed that early is a first for me and the sad thing about it is that I like it. Ugh. It makes me throw up a little in my mouth just writing that. What happened to me? When did I become so old?!? That's what early bedtimes signify to me -- either a child or someone who is no longer youthful (i.e. OLD).

So when did I become old? It must have been this summer. No, strike that, I think it was when I had my daughter. I definitely felt old after that. But this summer as I tried new things like yoga and nia classes, I came to understand why women say that they weren't happy until their thirties. You know yourself better, your life is more settled, yada yada. Yeah, but it's true! I have settled... into the fact that I'm not cool and not a fresh new parent and I will never fit into those categories. So why try? I am who I am. For the first time in my life I'm becoming comfortable with that. I just never, EVER, thought that what I am... is a woman who enjoys going to bed early to get a full night's sleep.

Think about it. What have you discovered about yourself that surprises you?


edited to add:
And yes, I posted this at nearly midnight. One of my rebellious late nights, trying to recapture my youth I suppose. I will pay for this tomorrow. Oh yes, I will pay.