I’ve asked myself this question many times.

Should I wake up earlier and write in the quiet of the morning?
Or should I wait until the day is over and try to write at night?

The truth is… I’m still figuring it out.

Mornings feel peaceful in a different way.

There’s something soft about the early hours. The world is still quiet, and for a few moments, it feels like nothing is rushing me. I’ve tried waking up earlier, sitting with a cup of tea, opening my notebook, and letting my thoughts come slowly.

On those days, writing feels easier. My mind is clearer. I haven’t been drained yet by the responsibilities of the day.

But mornings don’t always belong to me.

As a single mom, mornings are already full. There’s so much to do before the day even begins. Getting my child ready, preparing everything, making sure nothing is forgotten it all happens so quickly.

Even when I wake up early, there’s always a part of me that’s already thinking ahead. What needs to be done? What can’t be missed?

And sometimes, that pressure makes it hard to focus.

Then there are nights.

Nights are different.

By the time the house is quiet, I’ve already given so much of myself. My body is tired. My mind feels heavy. Some nights, I sit down to write and just stare at the page, not knowing where to begin.

But there’s also something special about that time.

It feels like the only part of the day that is truly mine.

No one is calling me. No one needs anything. There’s a silence that allows my thoughts to finally come through. Even if I’m tired, my feelings are stronger at night. Sometimes, the words come from a deeper place — more honest, more real.

Still, it’s not easy.

There are nights when I give up after a few minutes. Nights when sleep wins. Nights when I tell myself, “I’ll try again tomorrow.”

And then tomorrow comes… and the same question returns.

Morning or night?

I’ve come to realize that maybe there isn’t a perfect answer.

Some days, mornings work.
Some days, nights are the only option.
And some days… writing doesn’t happen at all.

And that’s okay.

Because being a mom, working, and chasing a dream at the same time isn’t about having the perfect routine. It’s about finding small moments and using them the best way you can.

I’ve stopped trying to force myself into a “perfect writing schedule.”

Instead, I ask myself a simpler question:

Where do I have even a little bit of space today?

Sometimes it’s early morning.
Sometimes it’s late at night.
Sometimes it’s just a few minutes in between everything.

And I’ve learned that even a few words are enough.

Because writing, for me, isn’t about when I do it.

It’s about not letting go of it.

So whether it’s morning or night… I show up when I can.

And for now, that’s enough.