Leaving Home in the Morning
This morning I got out of bed at seven, poured myself a mason jar of coffee lightened with cream, then walked out the door and up to my studio. A simple act of monumental proportions. For me, at least.
It’s something I’ve long aspired to do but the magnetism of the bed is particularly strong on my body, due to a peculiar condition known as Bed Spring Magnetism, a little-studied but probably genetic disorder. There is no known treatment except coffee. But after yesterday I knew that the only way for me to live a creative life and the life of a homeschooling mother was for me to get up earlier and do the most important thing first. I had to be stronger than the Bed Magnetism.
What I’ve tried to do, for years, was to do everything else first. And then spend the whole day criticizing myself for not getting up to the studio. Of course, if and when I did get to my beloved space I was not primed to create. I was more like stewing in my own bitter juices. It does beg the question why I didn’t just get up earlier, and I don’t exactly have an answer for that, except that I really do love to sleep. A lot.
So I went to bed early last night. I envisioned myself waking early and going to the studio, and didn’t mock myself for it. Honestly, I don’t know if I could have stumbled out of bed this morning if it weren’t for two things: the coffee my husband made, which is integral to removing my body from the bed every morning, and a new device: my fitness bracelet, the Jawbone Up. I know that seems utterly ridiculous, to credit a device with overcoming years of Bed Spring Magnetism, but having the feedback on movement and sleep that this bracelet provides has been, over the course of the few days I’ve had it, nothing less than transformative.
I know there are a lot of people in the world who maintained a calendar and to-do list before there were smart phones. I was not one of them. Even if I wrote everything down it was no guarantee that I would actually remember to look at the calendar. I am an in-the-clouds kind of woman. So while many people are bemoaning their smart phone addictions, I am celebrating mine. I try to be adult about the whole thing. I am not crazy about taking photos of every birthday cake. And I try not check Facebook every ten minutes, (which, by the way, is a total dopamine rush). Some days are better than others, in that regard, but I can assure you that my life has been enriched by my smart phone, and this little fitness bracelet is just another example.
Yes, I am moving more, thanks to my fitness bracelet. Yes, I have a much better idea of the quality of my sleep (actually not so great, which is probably why I want to linger in bed). And this morning, when my smart phone alarm went off (Watermelon, by Sol Driven Train), and my little bracelet went buzz-buzz-buzz, I managed to get up and spend a few solid hours in the studio.
For the rest of the day, I was relaxed. I enjoyed myself. I got all the little things done that needed to get done, and then some. Instead of criticizing myself, I was enjoying my day, because I had nothing hanging over me. I did the most important thing, first! Funny how such a simple change can make such a delightful difference.