It's because I'm afraid y'all are going to hold me accountable for the fact that you gave me such fabulous advice recently (see here and here), and while I've tried out your suggestions, I'm still engaging in naughty behaviors.
I really did try your suggestions though. I want you to know that. They were excellent suggestions and I am eternally grateful for your advice. In fact, it is because I reached out to you and because you answered that I was able to finally come to the realization that I really just enjoy taking my sweet-ass time to get ready in the morning. I like the ritual in brewing my morning coffee and then sipping it while I wander around the apartment, imagining what kind of floor lamp I'd want to put there and how nice a little table lamp will look once Mike builds that custom dog crate he's been talking about building. And oh! (sips coffee) Look at what Mike did with the shadows on that mountain landscape! The mountain actually looks different in the morning light than it did last night. (sip) I think I'll just curl up on the sofa for a minute and rub Amelia's belly. Oh yes, (sip) this is lovely.
Do you see?
Last week there was a morning where I was forced to get ready to go in an hour and IT WAS AWFUL. I felt weird and disconnected and my scalp itched all day.
The mornings are when I want to stretch out, practice yoga, write, and dream. It's when I think I can't afford the luxury of spending my mornings how I want that I end up spending four hours wandering aimlessly, not doing anything at all.
This is a problem. Luckily, it's a problem I think I can fix.
I think it's time for me to start setting aside an hour or two every morning to do whatever I want to do before I have to get ready to go. As it is, I'm spending two hours every morning fucking off and feeling bad about myself, I might as well use that time to do something I enjoy. Maybe some people can wait all day to have their special hour of relaxing or poetry writing or exerciseing, but I need mine first thing in the morning.
I just realized I don't know how to spell the word "excersizeing". Excerisixeing. Excerising. Esxerciing. Exercising.
As for lateness? You guys would be so proud. I've now been five to fifteen minutes EARLY for three consecutive appointments. THREE TIMES IN A ROW.
Do you know what the secret it?
(Yes, I know you do, considering you helped me figure it out, but let me tell you anyway so that I can gloat over myself for a second.)
It's in the planning.
4 comments:
plan away li'l sis, you are miles ahead o' the rest! and so much the wiser for your discoveries!~plarl
Yesh! I get it. Same I am.
Oh shnookums, I feel proud of you for realizing what you want and just doing it. For me, it's staying in bed until the last possible second. Though your wandering around the apartment in a sort of daydream sounds quite lovely...hmmm lovely enough for me to set the alarm an hour earlier? Not likely. But I will think of you while I'm snuggling under the covers for an extra 5 minutes :)
It sounds to me that you are actually taking time to stop and smell the roses.....which I think we should all do more often, but for sure a balance between the two! =)
Love, Archie
PS: Can I mention that the word "ya'll" was used in this blog post!! Ish you grew up in the Valley. LOL!
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