Today was "back to school" day. I made a last-ditch effort to get all my grading done last night in about 3 hours, which meant I didn't go to bed until after 2am (and I didn't get the grading done. Oops.). Before I went to bed, though, I instilled resolution #1 for 2013: to run my schedule rather than my schedule running me. I described my morning to my friend Becka as such:
"Right now I get up at 6:30am and I have to leave for work at 7:05. So, basically, I shower, drag a brush through my hair, throw the dog outside while I nuke my oatmeal, then fly out the door grabbing everything I see, and arrive at school looking something like a pack mule."
It's no way to live.
So, the logical way to solve the problem is to wake up earlier, right? Have I mentioned that I'm not so much of a morning person? No matter: enter the new year's resolution: running my schedule. I can decide to become more of a morning person...right? So before I went to bed, I wrote out the following schedule, tracking backward from the time I need to leave for work.
7:00am -- leave for work (which is really "gather up all my crap and try to get to the car by 7:05")
6:50am -- walk Gatsby
6:25am -- make and eat breakfast
5:55am -- shower/get ready
5:45am -- write morning pages (from The Artist's Way...another resolution I'll talk about another time)
Doesn't seem so bad, right? It's a starting point, I figured. What actually happened was I found it impossible to open my eye at 5:45am. They opened at 6:15. Whatever, eyes, I can make that work--I have a resolution! I skipped the morning pages and skipped that luxurious 25 minute breakfast time I dream of. But, Gatsby got his walk, and I ended up leaving early enough that I had time to stop for coffee on the way to work.
That's me running my schedule right there, people.
Tomorrow morning I'll try it again. The nice thing about a resolution is that it's based in the word "resolve." Intention. I wasn't perfect today--but I was a lot better than I would have been without intention. Without resolve. There will still be mornings where I'll oversleep, where my eyes won't cooperate, or where I simply decide "forget this, I'm sleeping longer." Of course. Tomorrow morning, though, I will wake up before 6:15. Maybe 6:10. Baby, resolved steps.
After all, that 25 minute breakfast is waiting.