Morning Person: Made.

TheOn 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!

Coffee & Dog Farts

This morning the weather is as close to “up north” weather as we get in Metro-Detroit. It’s about 55 degrees, a slight breeze, and the sun is shining. All I need is a lake and no schedule to make it perfect. 

The birds are chirping and I’ve got a full cup of coffee, I’m huddled underneath my favorite purple blanket with the puppy curled up at my side. I’m feeling fresh and clean from my shower, my hair is slowly drying from the breeze coming in the window. It’s slightly chilly. 

I’m listening to Morning Joe replay the events of the last few days: Istanbul, Brexit, Trump, Hillary… 

I sip my coffee and hear a little snore out of said puppy. Then it hits me like a ton of bricks. Not puppy snores, but puppy farts. 

Nothing like an eye-wateringly dense puppy fart to break your coffee by the lake fantasy. 

There’s not much you can do when the puppy farts take over a room. You can pull your shirt over your nose, you can run, but you surely can’t hide. My love bug puppy is now getting side eye glances and I think he’s starting to pick up on his influence on the room. He doesn’t care. 

So here I sit, spending my morning hour with my shirt over my nose trying to sip my coffee in between puppy farts. 

This is the life. 

The Making of a Morning Person

TheNever would I categorize myself as someone who enjoys waking up early and starting my day bright eyed and bushy tailed. For my thirty-one years on this planet, I have been non-bushy tailed before 9am, which is probably a liberal estimate, 9am doesn’t even look all that great to me.

I relied on coffee, a routine that I could do with my eyes closed, and not speaking to anyone to get me back to the human race each morning. It didn’t always work, there were mornings that I would give anything to go back to sleep, and heaven forbid anyone interrupt my morning structure. When Justin started to not feel well in December, his morning routine completely flipped on him and we were fighting for time in the morning, pushing each other out of the bathroom. It started to become part of our new morning routine, I had to adjust to having him up and moving in the morning. I genuinely appreciated the extra time I had in the morning to talk to him, but keep in mind AM Emily isn’t the interested in chatting. Justin understands that, he always has, and he gave me as much room to slug through my morning routine as he could.

As our life calmed down after moving into our new house, I found that my morning routine was again in need of an adjustment. The muscle memory that is associated with going through a repetitious routine is highly underrated. The first day I went back to work I found myself so frustrated because things weren’t in the same spot they always had been. I was reaching for cabinets that no longer exist, had to backtrack to remember where I stored certain things, and had to adjust to getting ready in the bathroom right across the hall from where Justin and Bruno are sleeping. I made it to work on time but I felt so uneasy all morning because I had no structure to my morning, there was nothing that reminded me that I was on the right track, keeping the right pace, and would make it to work in the morning on time. I’m surprised I made it there on time at all.

Our lives are becoming a little less hectic as Justin continues his treatment plan and awaits remission for a bone marrow transplant. This calm before the storm seemed like the perfect opportunity for me build some new morning routines. We’ve been living in our house for a month, I have a better understanding of what kind of time I need in the morning, and I’ve even – against all odds – started waking up around 6am on a regular basis. And to be honest, I don’t hate it. sunroom

I have a sunroom that overlooks our entire backyard where I can sip my coffee, watch Morning Joe, and start my day. This setting has been an inspiration for my desire to build a new morning routine, one that includes time for myself. Time to sit, relax, read, write, work, and just wake up so that I can interact with the human race. I’m giving myself one hour each morning. An early morning hour where I can spend some time doing whatever I feel is needed before I go out into the world. Today it was coffee, writing, and Morning Joe.

This new routine will be a work in progress, as excited as I am to have some time to myself each morning and to feel like I am gaining ground on breaking my anti-morning personality – it’s not easy. It took me twenty minutes of convincing myself to get in the shower at 6am this morning so that I had an hour to spare. I really wanted to just sleep for an extra hour on the couch before getting up and hustling to get ready for work. On the flip side, once I sit down and start working on things for myself, it’s hard to get up and start getting ready to go. I mean, sitting on my couch writing for this blog is the dream, right? Maybe someday. In the meantime, I’ll be working on just getting up when I hear my “Canned Heat” alarm go off in the morning without falling back asleep on the couch afterward.

Baby steps toward joining the human race before 9am.