I don't know about you, but I wake up stressed. Not outwardly, wow, I'm jumping out of my skin, just a dainty pervasive feeling of morning anxiety. Like my homework is due and I'm only half done. I've been giving it a lot of thought and I have come to the realization that it's self-imposed.
This is how my day begins. I put on the news as I lie in bed, trying to gather my thoughts. In this day and age I don't thinking listening to the news from the get-go is a good idea.
I brush my teeth and wash my face. That's non-negotiable. I make breakfast, read the morning paper, anxiously wishing I would read faster so I could brush my teeth again, floss and put on my workout clothes, all while hoping the phone doesn't ring so I can get out of the house. It's not that I don't want to talk to anyone, I just need to complete my morning ritual without interruption. Then I rush back from exercise, hoping my cell doesn't ring until I can get out of the shower.
So, there you have it. It doesn't take a genius to figure out technology rules my morning hours. I will no longer put on the television at the crack of dawn. I will try not to answer the phone, unless it's Husband, or my children or Maggie Mae. And I absolutely will not bring my cell phone into the bathroom with me, taunting me to scrub faster in the shower before it rings. Will keep you posted if any of this happens.
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