I can be a morning person. In fact, if I have something I want to do in the morning, I’m very much a morning person. But some days I just lack the necessary drive to be that morning person. These are usually the days that I don’t have work until noon. I should be doing laundry or making myself breakfast. Heck, I could be doing all sorts of personal projects. Working on my book, for example. Or making myself a new competition dress. Cleaning my room, maybe.
Instead I find myself lying in bed thinking about, well, nothing. I’ll roll over, go back to sleep for a bit, read fan fiction (my one true vice), and watch movies.
I came to the conclusion last week that I was becoming bored of these things. Yesterday I woke up realizing I had the ingredients for pancakes. PANCAKES!
So I managed to pull myself out of bed at 10 AM. This is after a rather depressing week, too. When I’m upset, I tend to let myself lie in bed even longer in the mornings/afternoons. But yesterday I was up and out of bed at ten. I was going to make pancakes and NOTHING was going to stop me.
As it turns out, waking up with such a can do attitude completely changes the rest of ones day. Luck rather seems on your side for once. I went to work, and the day seemed normal enough. Heather came to visit at her usual time. And then I saw Katie who I almost never see out of context, ever. But I saw her and we caught up. Katie has a tendency to make everything feel brighter – she’s just that kind of upbeat, peppy person.
Still feeling rather on a “can-do” high, I went to get cupcakes after work from the new cupcake place just down the street from where I live. I stopped into the grocery store, too, when I remembered I hadn’t eaten dinner yet. Chicken tikka masala and a Mexican hot chocolate cupcake made up my dinner.
I then went on Facebook, picked up a few messages from friends, including a few lesson requests, went on Google Calendar to set up lesson slots, and then went to bed.
This morning I managed to get up half an hour earlier! Showered, stared at Facebook for a little bit, decided that’s not what I wanted to do, picked up my laundry basket, and started a load of laundry. Feeling half accomplished, I picked up the incense I had bought when I bought dinner last night and lit it so that I could start in on the gigantic mess that is also known as “my room”.
I’m beginning to realize this “can-do” attitude is getting me a lot further in my own life than the “lie-in-bed-bored” attitude I had previously been operating under. I guess the next question is though: How long will this last?