I’m up early (early for me, late for my school teacher friends) so that I can post before heading to court. What are you doing up at this time? Oh, yeah! It’s Monday.
I used to be obsessed with the idea of getting up early. I thought, all good things will happen if I just get out of bed early enough. As if the hours between 6 and 8 am would be the magic pill, the bear claw, the motivation. I would exercise, meditate, etc.
Nah, not so much. The getting out of bed early part, that is.
When I had a day job that required a lengthier commute than from my bedroom to the desk just outside my bedroom, I had to get up early and I timed it to the minute. I knew exactly how long the shower, coffee, ironing, dressing and the drive from Los Angeles to Long Beach took. Forget giving myself about an hour and a half. It was 67 minutes. I wanted those 2 1/2 snoozes and I got them.
I also used to desperately try to compartmentalize the time allotments in my life. I’ve rarely been an hourly employee, but about a million years ago, I used to be a clock watcher. This is not a pretty confession. It’s not that I didn’t put in a single minute beyond the requirement, but I bought in to measuring how virtuous I was by how many more minutes I gave. As if long hours equated to content. I was a suit in corporate America and that visible dedication mattered to the people who were evaluating me.
Now, I work longer and more fluid hours than I ever have in my life. I get at it at varied times and keep going until I force myself to stop. I’m pursing my life’s work and it matters. For the sake of effectiveness, I try to chunk time by focus, but even that remains fluid. The first thing on my list every calendar day – and yes, it’s on my actual calendar – is this blog.
That’s what got me up 30 minutes before I “needed” to this morning. The alarm was set for 6 am and at 5:30, I woke up thinking that 6 o’clock won’t give me enough time to post before leaving to drive to the Racine courthouse.
So, good morning.
I guess that makes this blog the magic.
Susan Scot Fry
Update… Mea Culpa. I woke up at around 1:30 am with those nagging thoughts swirling around that wouldn’t let me get back to sleep until I did what the voices told me to do. Yeah, I know how creepy that sounds. So, in the process, I booted up, logged on and discovered an email sent to me (and no, it wasn’t spam) about the same time I woke up. From another human. That I know. Asking me an innocuous question.
So, I’m not the only one with a weird – read non 7 am to 11 pm – sort of life cycle.