I’m Learning
I’m Not Rushing to Get to Work on Time Anymore
If it’s not about me and my peace of mind, it can wait
My morning routine is the same almost every day. I typically wake every morning between 6 and 7 a.m. I don’t use an alarm clock, preferring to let myself rise naturally with the sun. I stretch. Sit up. Take a sip of water. Say a little prayer of gratitude. Get out of bed and open the curtains to let the sunshine in.
And then… I panic. The countdown has begun.
Starting from the moment I open my eyes, I have T-minus 2.5 hours before I need to start work. That’s 2.5 hours to become fully awake, do some yoga, walk around my neighborhood, meditate and pray, journal about my overanxious thoughts, take a shower, dress, clean up my place, make me some breakfast (cue Jill Scott) — all the things I want and need to do to get energized and feel like a human before I have to sit my ass down to start my work for the day.
Our capitalistic culture has conditioned me to value the things that make me money over the things that make me, well, myself.
Of course, it is almost impossible to get all this done within that window of time. And knowing that leads me to…
