SOOOO not a morning person

So yesterday’s writing workshop was marvellous. I was relaxed about it. There was hardly anything to do, no room setup to speak of, except for rearranging the cushions, no bathrooms to clean, no vacuuming, no flower arranging, just the group, meeting together and having a wonderful experience.

It helped, I think, that it was in the afternoon. I think maybe that helps with how much it takes out of me. I can do a morning gig, but even for a 10:00 a.m. start, I need to be there by around 8:30, which means I need to leave by 7:45ish, and I have to be up about 6:30ish. That’s a strain because I’m SOOOO not a morning person.

I do *like* mornings, especially those times when I’m up really early, up first, and there’s a mist on the lake our whatever, you know, that sort of holy hush and magic that you get around dawn — I love that. But it’s not a “natural” time of day for me, it’s not what my body considers a decent hour to be up and about. It’s a decent hour to be curling up and burrowing deeper under the covers for another delicious 90-minute sleep cycle (or more), and slowly coming awake after that.

That’s why 9:00-5:00 jobs were always pure torture for me, let alone that time when I worked as a bookkeeper (I know, right, that alone is a hilarious thought) and had to be there and put together(ish) and at my desk by 8:30, “there” being a hour’s drive away. Or that crazy six weeks when I did a summer course (French) starting at 8:00 a.m. five days a week. There were days when I literally could not remember getting there (I drove), when I could easily have run all the red lights and stop signs, or run over a whole herd of goats in downtown Ottawa and not have had any recollection of it. Times when I’d be sitting in the classroom at 8:30 and realize I was still sleep-breathing.

So doing a morning workshop is a bit of a stretch for me even now — doable, but it does wear me out unreasonably. So fine, I plan for that — no plans for the next day!

How This Post Almost Didn’t Happen

So this is only day 2 of my daily blogging challenge, and I almost didn’t make it! Why? Good question.

I’ve watched myself all day doing everything but write this piece.

Oh, I did try to write something first thing in the morning. Yesterday was quick and inspired, written literally as I was eating breakfast. Today “first thing in the morning” was much later than it was yesterday. I didn’t get up out of bed right away, but instead had coffee delivered (thank you, Jack!) and read the paper in bed. By the time I got to breakfast, it wasn’t “first thing” anymore and the clarity I had at 7:30 a.m. yesterday just wasn’t there.

The other big difference is that yesterday, because I was pretty much on my way out the door when I wrote my post, I set a timer for 10 minutes. I use a timer for a certain kind of writing exercise, and I’ve become pretty much Pavlovian about the bell beginning and ending a session, so when it rang, I stopped writing.

I had a specific topic in my head before I sat down to write and then I just wrote for 10 minutes. Done.

Today, I had way too many choices. When I sat down to write, I didn’t have a clear focus in mind. I thought I did, but I didn’t. I forgot to set a timer, which I think would have focused me.

Oops, there goes the bell. Hitting “Publish.” Gotta go. See you tomorrow!