My Morning What??

I don’t have a morning routine.  The only things I do every day before I go to work, that may or may not be considered a routine, is take a shower, talk to my husband and eat.    The time I have between when I get up and when I go to work is up in the air.  I may do stuff.  I may not.  I don’t have an after work routine.  I don’t have a weekend routine.  Everything is up in the air.  Maybe it’s because I don’t have kids.  Maybe it’s because I haven’t thought about it til now.

Since I wrote my last post I have been thinking that I want to be more productive in the morning instead of getting up and wondering aimlessly around the house wondering what I should do.  I know what I have to do and what I need to do, but sometimes that isn’t enough to entice me to do anything.  I was thinking that I should decide the night before what I want to write or what chores I want to accomplish the next day so I can get up and start on it/them.  Working ten hour days and sleeping 7 to 8 hours a night only leaves me three or four hours to get things done before work and two hours after work.

This is not a lot of time.

It’s not a lot of time, but if I am honest with myself I have to admit I don’t spend my time wisely because my house/life is so disorganized.  Basically my writing life.  I have my writing projects in the living room and in my office.  I need to go through the piles and get things organized.  It’s not just my writing life that is disorganized.  I have a pile of papers on the coffee table (next to my writing stuff) in the living room.  Mail that hasn’t been opened/dealt with, ripped out magazine articles, bank receipts, coupons, sale flyers, etc.  This is why I probably walk around aimlessly in the morning because I am overwhelmed by the clutter.  It’s not that bad.  It’s not like an episode of Hoarders by any means.  It would probably take an two or three hours to deal with it and get everything in order, but I keep putting it off.  Then I would have to keep everything cleaned up and put away or it will happen all over again, but hat’s a whole different post.

It may seem like I’m rambling in this post.  I suppose I could write about this in my journal, but if I write a post about it then I have to own it  Do something about it.  Be responsible.  In other words — I need to get my ass in gear and deal with it.  Bottom line.

As you know, I usually write a rough draft of a post before I type and publish it.  Well, a couple of days ago as I writing this post I started to go though the blog stack of papers.  I was amazed at how much non-blog stuff there was in the pile.  Credit card receipts, coupons, etc.  I took 30 minutes, but I muddled through the pile and filed stuff.  The only thing I have left to do is separate the written blog posts that I have typed up from the started posts (which I need to finish) and file them.  Since my file folder of done written blog posts is getting packed, I think I’m going to buy a decorative box (a box that will look nice on my bookshelf) and put everything in the box.  It will be easier for me because all I have to do is type up my post, write done on it and date it and put it in the box.  I don’t know why I am saving my posts.  I just do.

I felt good about getting that much done and organized.  My pile is a quarter of the size it was.  It also feels good to have my desk cleaned off so I can put the writing project I want to work on next beside my keyboard.  In the morning I can walk into the office, turn on my computer and start writing.

I want my morning routine to be as follows:  wake up.  lay in bed while i think about how I want my day to go and what I want to accomplish.  Repeat some positive affirmations.  Deep breathe.  Start my day focused and on a positive note.  Write. Shower. Eat. Call Steve. Go to work.

I now have a morning routine.  Yeah me!

I actually typed this post yesterday morning and I was going to put the finishing touches on it last night, but I forgot about it until about an hour before I was suppose to go to work today.  Whoops.  So I am publishing it tonight — a day late.