It is time for a new morning routine. I’ve been considering this idea for awhile . . . as if it requires a great amount of planning and deliberation. To clarify, it doesn’t. All it takes is actually doing it. A few week’s ago, in another post, I wrote the following:
“I’m a little obsessed right now with the idea of transforming my morning to make room for my sanity (writing, photography, yoga). What are my mornings like now? Notice the sun is in my eyes. It is 5 a.m. Turn over and ignore said sun. Daisy walks over and nudges me with her nose. I let her out. I leave the door open and climb back into bed. I fall asleep . . . slightly. Daisy lets me know she’s back in. I roll over. I start to think. I don’t want to think so I grab my phone. 5:45. I click on pinterest and aimlessly wander the online bulletin boards of people I love and those I’ve never met. I stop in at Facebook to see my friends’ kids and some random political ranting. I finally drag myself out around 6:15/6:30 and the mad rush begins.”
Since this post, a selection of diary entries from the last few weeks as I’ve attempted to get into gear:
- 7/30 I’m pissed off that I’ve been sitting around for 2 weeks and I’ve done nothing . . . To clarify, I’ve done stuff, a lot of stuff, just not the stuff I really WANT/need to do. What the *^%$#@*&^? Why is this so hard?
- 7/31 Woke up early and laid in bed . . . looked at my phone for awhile . . . picked it up and looked at Pinterest. (Crap!)
- 8/2 Woke up at 5:45 . . . closed my eyes and imagined roaming around the yard . . . Got up at 5:50, put on my robe and flip flops, found my camera in the kitchen and went outside to get some shots. Wandered up the north side of our property, capturing . . . 6:10 a.m.–back inside to do a morning yoga routine. A few photos from this lovely, cloudy morning:
8/10 Get up at 6:15 and head out to the yard with Doug. He is dressed properly–jeans & t-shirt. I am wandering around in my robe like someone of a certain age who refuses to do any household related task without the requisite dressing gown. But–and here’s the beauty–I don’t care. I honestly don’t. Most of my neighbors are still in bed and we have great neighbors anyway . . . so if I want to wander in my grey, plush, polka-dot robe, who on this great, green, beautiful planet is going to care? So, Doug and I–unequally dressed as we are–pick some tomatoes and then I go to town on my roses. It is just slightly brisk, it is quiet, the world is light and silence and it is the perfect time to trim and weed and prune. Then, back inside, yoga stretches and a ride to nowhere on my exercise bike.
So, what’s next? The true benefit of this routine will come from the habitual so the new goal is not just to do it, but to do it regularly. I don’t want to be tied to the same things every day. I want to get up a little early, I want to go outside, I want to come back in and stretch my body. That’s all–how that time is broken down will be dependent on mood. And this winter I’ll be figuring out how to easily bundle up and keep the outdoors a part of the experience.
Today, I am celebrating change, however small. Here is to each precious day and what each of us chooses to do with it!