April 23, 2003
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NO WARNING!!
I don’t know whether to wear a sign that says, “Don’t mess with me,” or one that says, “Go ahead, make my day.”
I think my mind is in some sort of rebellious reaction against the “positive” programming I’ve been feeding my brain. There are some pitfalls on that path to higher consciousness. I’ve had to crawl out of one of them every day lately, ’round about 11 AM or Noon.
I’ve zeroed in on one particular suggestion from the “energized and motivated” CD that has precipitated my fall(s). It says I always do the most productive thing at each moment. My productivity has improved since I’ve been listening to it. I can’t dispute that.
My problem is that I’m not really pleased with the quality of some of the things I’ve been producing in some of those hitherto wasted moments. There was no problem with taking the jewelry tools and components to bed with me and making 16 pairs of earrings instead of reading myself to sleep last night. I’ve been very pleased with what I’ve done in the web-content department, too. But I really should wake up in the mornings before I try to answer email.
I’m a person who wakes up slowly. If an emergency rouses me from sleep, the adrenaline can usually get me going and I can put the fires out or whatever–been there, done that. Later on, though, a headache always sets in when I’ve been awakened too quickly. It has long been my practice to use the snooze button (until Doug graduated and I began shunning the alarm altogether) several times.
I pick up the TV remote some mornings and let my engine warm up gradually, get the neurons firing to the sounds and sights of the morning news. Used to be, I’d roll out of bed and get some food and coffee, then sit down at the PlayStation until the systems were up to working speed. No hurry; I’m my own boss, eh?
But I desired a little booster, something to help not only with the chronic fatigue, but to keep me ticking along with the webtools I’m learning, and that crazy thing I’m building over at KaiOaty’s place. The motivational CDs have done their job. I’ve no complaints there.
The problem is that I need to get a handle on that “jump out of bed and go to work” mentality they’ve fostered. My eyes can read my email even before I’ve had my coffee. My fingers can even answer it, but where my brain is sometimes is a mystery. Gotta find brain.
It’s no big deal, really. Self-exploration is a kick, maybe even more fun than the PS2. Thinking about those lapses in higher reasoning that I experience early in the morning could lead to some interesting insights, providing I don’t try to do that thinking early in the morning.
Meanwhile, since I really don’t know whether to warn people off or just egg them on, maybe it’s best to advise everyone to take anything I say before the second pot of coffee with a grain of salt. That’s the key to a great pot of coffee, dontcha know–a wee dash of salt in every pot.
BTW, I’m just about to get up and make the second pot, right now.
Comments (6)
I’ve always been this way. It drives my husband crazy. He’s a morning person….he’s lucky I don’t throw my coffee at him most days
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On doing the most productive thing each moment… Maybe the most productive thing to do when you wake up is to watch the t.v. or play the PS2, so that your mind can wake up? Problem solved?
I used to say to myself that everything before coffee was a lie. Coffee was the truth serum.
I’m not a morning person.
And here I’ve been adding cinnamon.
I’m the kind of sick fuck that sits straight up in the morning (afternoon) like somebody just pushed my remote control button. It wasn’t always like that. I used to dread getting up for school in the morning, and I used to be able to stay up way past my bedtime when I was younger. But now I start getting sleepy and bitchy around 5 A.M.
Productivity can be addictive in a bad way sometimes. For me anyway. Building up too much momentum can get to be a problem.
I wake up the same way…my morning routine is:
plug the coffeepot in
let the dog out
let the dog in
feed the dog
boot up the computer
grab coffee
sit and read xanga…usually the same thing over and
over until I can unscramble the meaning. Or, I
just play snood and forget trying to read.
No talking allowed.