Merry Christmas! It almost eight and I’m finally rising. At some point in my life sleeping until 7:30 became sleeping in. I feel almost guilty and embarrassingly a little anxious. It’s day two of daily writing and already I’m coming up with excuses as to why I should skip it. Christmas activities start around 1:00 for me. Yet, I still fought the idea of writing this morning as if I was short on time. This is a silly allusion I feed myself often. Life is short, but time is always the same. It feels different, but five hours is five hours.
My goal is to create a habit of write, meditate, workout in the morning. The workout part I have down pretty well, except Friday which I rest. It’s the write and meditate part that causes me angst. I’m afraid it will disrupt my morning run. It already has. Normally, I’d be out there right now. At this point, it’ll be 9:00 before I run.
It seems so late. But what difference does it make? I’ll run three miles. It will take me a half an hour. My brain acts like I trekking to Georgia. Oh, the time, it will take. It will also be warm. Florida is like that in December. It’s worse in August and yet, I still run then.
My second excuse to skip morning writing would be that I couldn’t think of what to write about. The obvious choice would be Christmas. Christmas for me is about family. This blog is about building a creative practice. My family might fall into that in some ways at some point, but not today. Today it would be a stretch to do the obvious. I prefer to stretch myself to stay on task. That will help me more in the long run.
I’m not ready to make an editorial calendar of what I will write about every day. Although, it would probably help. I am going to start deciding what the next day’s blog post will be about the night before. Then, I will work on moving up to planning a week. As Dr. Leo Marvin says, “Baby steps.”