For the longest time now I have been trying to improve my morning routine, convinced that if I could wake up earlier my life would improve. All the research says so. Giving myself more time each morning meant I’d be thinner, better looking, happier, more successful, a better mother, a better person, richer, possessing of superpowers and maybe even able to fly.
Each night as I go to bed I optimistically set my alarm for 5.30am with the intention of becoming one of these “early to bed, early to rise” types. Then each morning I press “snooze” for at least an hour-and-a-half and find myself the same frantic, panicked, dishevealed mess I always am at the start of the day.
Thinking I’d get a bit of sympathy from some of my Facebook friends who were probably feeling as guilt-ridden as I was about their inability to wake up early, I posted this.
Instead I was delivered an epiphany by my good friend Nancey who simply wrote:
Ok...Get up right now and get everything prepped for school and work ie clothes bags food etc .... Sleep in til 7 you have 50 minutes to get dressed n brekkie take them to school and casually walk with coffee to the bus .... Then breath.
The sheer genius of it!
What's with all the pressure to improve our morning routines when I can invest all of that energy I am expending by trying to be an early riser into being an awesome night owl instead? I don't want to have a mindful breakfast. I don't want to medidate as the sun rises. I don't want to exercise before the birds start singing.