The 7 p.m. identity crisis that comes with the season
I’ve realized something about myself. I am, unapologetically, a 7 p.m. girl in a 9 p.m. world. In the winter, this works in my favor. The sun clocks out at 5 p.m., and suddenly my entire personality feels validated. Dinner? Done. Shower? Taken. Comfy clothes? On. By 7 p.m., I’m curled up on my couch in what I lovingly refer to as my “for my household eyes only” attire — reading, answering emails, maybe watching something that requires very little emotional commitment — and it all feels… right. Natural. Seasonal. Even responsible. But now? Now it’s 7 p.m., the sun ...