Thursday, February 16, 2017

Hey fam, what's up? Here's a reminder for you to read in six months to a year that I exist in some shape or form up here in Illinois. Do you want to know what has not changed one bit in the couple of years I have spent living up here? I still loath waking up. It's my least favorite part of the day. It's the most painful part of my day (unless I've chowed down on some good Thai curry the previous day, but that's a different story).  In those 20 minutes to 2 hours I spend in between sleep and wakefulness, I become a creative monster dreaming up ridiculous schemes to avoid fully waking up, or at least dream up a very different sort of life. I usually look at the clock on my phone anywhere from 5-20 times before pulling myself - internally kicking and screaming, sometimes actually crying - out of bed with just enough time to throw on clothes, grab some sort of food substance, and literally run out the door. I spend the 40 minute commute to work becoming human, arrive, chat with boss man, make breakfast, and start my daily workflow.

I want to believe that there is a better way to experience the time between waking up and being at work. I'm trying to reimagine my life to make that a productive time, a time where I focus my energy for the day so that peak productivity isn't a thing that only happens in the fifteen minutes before I take lunch. Doing things in the early morning seems like it would be a good thing... I'll let you know if I develop a real plan to master my mornings.