I am having the absolute worst time getting out of bed in the mornings. Now, before any of my well-meaning loved ones read this and panic (because that is a sign of depression, Natalie), I’m not feeling a sense of early morning lethargy because I don’t want to start the day. At least I don’t think so. It’s just . . . really, really comfortable?
It’s been a while since I’ve consistently slept with the windows open, clean and cool lake air filtering through the room, my body comfortably warm under layers of blankets. Like, damn, I underestimated the willpower I’d need to get myself moving for a morning run. Case in point, I plugged my phone in across the room but it turns out I am super willing to get out of bed, press snooze, leave it across the room as I get back in bed, and repeat every nine minutes . . . for an embarrassing amount of time.
I don’t even want to write this post because this usually means I’m about to do something silly like hold myself accountable and I’d much rather keep clinging to my covers.
Uff da. Here we go.
I’m revisiting strategies I’ve used in the past to consistently pop out of bed bright and early and the most successful ones revolved around either having something to look forward or played into my competitive side. Case in point, I’ve never had trouble waking up ridiculously early if it means I can binge on a TV show I’m high on (I got up at 4 am to fit in the final season of Voltron before my workday). Or when I put a chart on the wall or otherwise track a goal I tend to do well. Earlier in quarantine, I wrote about this as I was having trouble getting out of bed and did five weeks of getting out of bed before six a.m. Or if anyone wants to get in a wake-up-early competition with me that would also be effective . . .
Maybe if I put my phone in the living room?
(Or didn’t stay up until 11).
Isn’t it funny how we have to learn the same lessons over and over again? For once I’d like something to just stick, but alas. I’ll keep you posted.
With Love,
Natalie