Waking up at 4.30 am on a Sunday morning sucks big time. Non-morning brothers and sisters of internet land I hear your collective groan and thank you!
So this morning I did what any sensible non-morning person would do at that hour of the morning… I snuggled back down under the doona… only to wake again at 5.50am.
ON A SUNDAY MORNING???
Why are there not capitals for numbers so I can “SHOUTY CAP” how horrid that is for emphasis? Bold italics will have to suffice.
At 5.55am my bladder decided it needed emptying. Quick dash to the living area to hit that heater button and throw heat pack in the microwave and a quicker dash after the loo to collect heat pack and trusty laptop on the way back to snuggly bed.
It was damn cold.
Consequently, here I am tapping away at the keyboard talking to you, putting my wide awake-ness to good use. I hear morning people applauding but I feel like a traitor.
I won’t post this on my blog until later though just in case you have email notifications enabled on your phone… I don’t want to be responsible for waking you from heavenly slumber by harsh pinging. There would endeth the friendship I’m sure!
This ‘rousing early’ business has been happening quite often.
It’s very quiet that time of the morning. Did you know that?
I will admit the calm silence is quite lovely. Great for writing. No distractions. I think someone is trying to tell me something… Last week I questioned what I would need to be doing differently to integrate some important things into my life… this, this is what I need to be doing differently to make space in my day for writing, exercise and mental health. I hereby admit that early mornings can be useful (the night owl within me just gasped and fainted).
Heart disease and diabetes run in my family and I’m on the other side of fifty when a lot of these health issues that have been lying in wait tend to pounce if you’re not looking after yourself.
Throw in a previous cancer diagnoses and there’s a somewhat recipe for a ‘pounce pie’ to smack me in the face if I don’t be more mindful.
Plus I’m getting puffed way too easy – out of shape much.
Routines and plans often overwhelm me. Every time I’ve tried to put together a plan of attack to make good use of this early morning waking ritual that has snuck its’ way into my life, the pangs of anxiety creep in to my tightening chest; building in intensity every second to unleash his sinister sorcery.
He can bugger off!
After much thought I have settled on one thing.
One. Rule. Only.
Upon waking earlier, I allow myself to choose one, just one of the three things that I have identified as important to me.
Move my body,
Research or prepare something nutritional.
That’s it! I’m going to keep it as simple as possible.
Writing can be done from bed. Winning!
Moving my body will also help tick off efforts towards my mental health and well-being.
We all know that spending additional time in the kitchen shall be a struggle all of its’ own, but hey… let’s not burst my early rising bubble just yet!
And of course, no bake Bliss Balls are a healthy any meal food, right?
And afternoon naps are acceptable too, right?
In Sandra-land anything that works for living a meaningful life is acceptable, right? *winks*.
The magpies have broken the silence of the morning chorusing in the rising sun.
I wonder if they really like mornings as much as their song suggests? Maybe they’re just too polite to squark like ravens or crow like roosters? Maybe in a past life they were night owls and understand the importance of greeting non-morning people gently?
If that’s a perk of this new ritual than I suppose I can handle it.
Could you? Do you?
How would doing one thing different a day change your life?
Stay safe now,
Sandra ? Xx
PS. Did you miss last weeks post? Never fear, click here! Your welcome 🙂