On June 1st I set out on the journey of making time for myself in the morning, attempting to make myself a “morning person”. Read about it here.
I am a creature of habit, and over the last three months I have been developing my “morning person” habits. Waking up every weekday by 6:30am so that I have an hour to myself to watch Morning Joe, drink some coffee, and either write or work depending on the day ahead. Honestly, it was so much easier than I had original anticipated. Once the alarm started going off 5:45am it just became a part of my routine.
I get up by 6:30am, head to the kitchen to feed the cats, make myself a cup of coffee, grab my laptop or notebook, and plop on the couch in the sunroom to watch my morning does of MSNBC. Depending on the day ahead, I have between 30 and 90 minutes to spend however I please before having to get up and getting ready to leave the house. With the exception of Girls Weekend and vacation, this has been my morning for the last three months. I love it. Morning has become my favorite part of the day, I wish I had TWO hours every morning to myself, but getting up at 5am might be pushing it.
Today, I had to be a little flexible in my usual morning. Justin sleeps like the dead so I’m not usually overly concerned about the noise I make while making my coffee or watching the pundits argue on the TV screen. Last night, Justin took his cousin Sam to the Tiger’s game, they have been planning their evening for MONTHS. It was a big deal for both of them, their seats were practically on the field. They toughed out the impending rain storms that were headed our way and spent the evening cheering on their favorite baseball team. They came home just as I was going to sleep, so I didn’t have time to grill his cousin on his sleeping habits before I went to bed.
Are you a light sleeper?
Will my coffee machine wake you up in the morning?
Which couch will you be sleeping on?
Do you need anything?
He knew I get up early in the morning, so hopefully I didn’t surprise him but I am certain, my wacky ass woke him up at some point. I woke up a little early this morning in anticipation for how loud my alarm is, everything has seemed so loud and obnoxious since the second I rolled out of bed. Why is it that the second you want to try and stay quiet, that everything you do seems to be amplified by the fact that you are attempting to be quiet?
The bathroom door squeaked like a sound effect from a horror film, dropping the cat’s kibble in their dish might as well be dumping a bucket of golfballs on the floor, my Keurig is a spaceship taking orbit, and my office chair sounds like a lift in a garage. The poor kid probably thinks I’m nuts!
So, here I sit. In my office on the other side of the house, in the dark, trying to be quiet while typing and watching Morning Joe, feeling like a crazy person. I supposed today was the day I realized that I have been successful in my endeavor to become a morning person. I have established a routine so well that I go about it, even if that means I have to isolate myself in the corner to do so. And, quite frankly, I enjoyed my morning. Hopefully, I was able to go about my routine without disturbing my sleeping baseball fans.
I’m proud of the habits that I have built in the morning and actually have transformed 6:00-9:00am into my favorite time of day. I feel more productive throughout the day, I go to bed at a reasonable time, and don’t feel rushed in the morning as I am getting ready for work. I enjoy, and thrive on the structure and predictability of my morning hour.
And when my morning is out of the ordinary and unpredictable, I find it so fascinating that I write a blog post for all of you to read about it.
Enjoy your day, I hope your favorite time of day, whenever it is, is awesome today!