January: Get up at 7 a.m. every morning.
Even on weekends. Which means, accordingly, that I should,*ahem* (guilty cough), go to bed earlier.
I thought, in this open Journal of mine called a blog, that I would use it to become more accountable and scheduled...even if nobody reads it.There's that strong connection with other people again...even if it is just a bunch of imaginary readers who are going to hate my guts if I don't live up to my own standards.
I used it to help psych myself into getting up at seven every morning (Okay, not every morning), knowing that I would be writing this at the end of the month, telling how well I did. Or how terribly.
It is a little difficult to pull yourself out of bed when outside, it's cold and the sun has not even come close to showing its light yet. Ugg.
You turn of the alarm, remember all your resolutions and your new fire for life...and doze back to sleep, dreamily wondering what day it is. Four minutes later, you groan and try to pull yourself out of bed...an effort which looks, disturbingly, very much something like this. Yeah.
I would pull myself out of those cozy sheets, stumble over to my awesome chair, pulling a blanket with me, and blink as I do some reading, turned my laptop on, and start writing my emails and blog posts. Not exactly a chipper start. I was, of course, picturing myself a bonnie lass who would jump up, grab some tea, do some stretches while listening to classical music, exercise, and be all showered and cheerful and ready for breakfast by eight. HA.
But hey, I was physically out of bed. Aim high and start small, right?
The habit is started. It will get easier. It is all a part of becoming more disciplined, living productively, doing hard things.
Prov 6:6-11, Prov 13:4, Prov 31:10-31. These verses are also my fuel for rising early. Go on. *friendly poke* Read 'em.