In Defense of Daylight Saving Time ☀️

Daylight Saving Time is here, which means two things.

We spring forward. And half the country acts like we've been personally attacked.

Yes, we lose an hour of sleep. Yes, experts will tell you about heart attacks and social jet lag. I understand the science and I respect the science.

And yet, it's lighter later. The sun lingers and dinner feels possible outside. The day stretches and I come alive.

I genuinely do not understand people who say they hate the extra light. Extra light? That's like saying you don't want extra joy.

On our old morning show, the time change was a gold mine. Confused clocks, grumpy callers, people insisting we had somehow ruined their circadian rhythm personally. It was chaos and it was great content.

But here's the deeper thing.

The older I get, the more I crave light. Not just literal sunlight at 7:30 p.m., but the feeling of it. Expansion and energy. The sense that the day isn't over yet.

Maybe that's why I love this shift so much. It's a reminder that time moves whether we like it or not. And we get to choose what we do with it. I choose the light.