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Steamed Buns

Today was the first day back in school after March break. In a lot of ways, it felt like I was just there yesterday. But the evil side of daylight savings time made it feel like I was soooo far out of the routine.

Now here's the problem/challenge. I want to start getting up earlier and having a beautiful morning routine. This has been goal number 13 on my for a long time. I spent the first half of the school year getting up at 6 am everyday the moment my alarm went off. In fact, I still wake up at 5:59 almost every day in anticipation of my alarm. But lately, I've found more reasons to stay in bed than to get up. And it's the sad kind of stay in bed, unfortunately. Yes, I occasionally wake up on a saturday morning and it just feels so good to stay in bed a little longer, and why the hell not? But on a MTWTF, its really because I don't feel ready to face my day.

I'm trying to not always have expectations for everything in life, because I often set them unrealistically high. So we will call this a visualization exercise.

My Beautiful Morning Routine
Wake up at 5:30am
Stretch in bed for 5 minutes. Enjoy this.
Make herbal tea. Look out the window while waiting for it to boil.
Sit on a pillow, breathe, and meditate.
Drink my tea with a book. Can't wait until it's nice enough to do this outside on my back porch!
Thoughtfully prepare my lunch for the day. The care that I take to pack my lunch will remind me to take care of myself when I am having my lunch break at school. (My school is known to be hectic at times).
Get myself cleaned and dressed.
Make a smoothie for myself and Tristan.
Leave early enough to enjoy a leisurely walk to school.

I am pretty sure I can do this. And I am absolutely sure it will give me a better start to my day. I often find myself feeling like I 'm just barely holding on by the time I get to lunch. Sometimes I surprise myself with how well my morning went, like today. But I shouldn't be surprised. I need the confidence that super power charged morning can provide.

And I am so not a routine person. I actually feel refreshed when I do things that are not part of my routine. So i'm sure I will play around with my mornings.

I said I was going to do something positive every day, and I don't think I did anything today! I've got about 45 minutes until I'm asleep in bed, so I better think of something! Yesterday I was able to give my leftover roasted veggies to homeless man. It's weird thinking about what I have to give.

Oh yeah, I got steamed buns with Etienne in Chinatown tonight. Very fun, only a dollar!


  1. I need to try something like this - I'm happy when I get to work only 15 minutes late!

  2. It was great! But I'll be lucky if I can stay up until 9 o'clock tonight!


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