The Bottom Line

I woke up at six this morning. I lay in bed and think how nice it would be to sleep in just one more hour. The air would be a bit warmer and the house wouldn't feel so eerily still. But I forced myself up, throwing my whole body into it and made a cup of coffee.

I'm trying something new. I've been meaning to do it for a while, but the warm bed has always had other plans. I'm trying to wake up earlier. Maybe with these extra hours I'll have more time to get things done. I won't find excuses that I don't have time for that run, or I need to make a good breakfast so I don't have time to write a few pages before work. It's so easy to procrastinate.

I was sitting in my desk chair with some faint music playing in the background with my cup next to me and a notebook sitting on my lap. I felt loads more awake and I started to write some bare outlines to this plot I've let ruminate in my brain. I spent an hour sketching out some basic background information and the main plot idea.

I realized it was only seven thirty and the morning stretched out before me like a airport runway. It got me thinking that perhaps this morning thing wasn't such a bad idea. I actually felt like I accomplished something rather than thinking that tomorrow would be a good day to start everything I wanted to do. Tomorrows usually look much like how I've done my today's.

I feel better. My hair is currently wrapped up in a towel as it dries from a shower and I think I still have a couple hours to go before work. I have a book half read and Bible I haven't picked up in a while. I think that perhaps it is time to stop making excuses why I don't have the time and just do it. That is the bottom line.

We shall see if this early morning rising continues