[tweetmeme source=”elizabethev” only_single=false]If you were worried that I had succumbed to a trust fall related injury, never fear. I am alive and mostly no worse for the wear. The ceramic skeleton key that used to hang by our table, however, didn’t fare quite so well. I’ve been tempering last weekend’s festivities with 13 hour days at the office, endless meetings, and welp… staring at this.
The thought of springing forward and subsequently losing an entire hour of sleep has me downright cranky.
Then again, I am usually cranky. Because I rarely sleep enough. And sometimes because I eat too much sugar. I am a work in progress. High on my self-improvement agenda lately is making quality sleep a priority. Incidentally, that handle belongs to a door on that cute little cottage in Boothbay Harbor.
While I have a million excuses for both staying up too late, and pressing snooze too many times the following morning, I am making a bit of progress, starting with a mini-makeover.
I went to town at West Elm. And yes, I do keep a Twitter bird-shaped nightlight at my bedside. You never know when you might need portable illumination.
In addition to my attempt to design on several dimes, I’ve made a few adjustments to my evening and nighttime routines. Rather than scramble in the morning, I am spending a few minutes before bed putting away dishes, packing my lunch, running a load of laundry, putting away errant shoes and Frenchie toys, picking out an outfit (and then another one for when I decide I hate the first) and carving out my to do list for the next day. It’s amazing how much more quickly my brain turns off when it’s not preoccupied with the frenzy of the next day. Speaking of frenzy, I am trying to replace cop shows with reading. And simplifying my soul. Sort of.
While 40 days will be up before we know it, I highly recommend this read for anyone trying to incorporate the Lenten message more practically into their day. From spending 15 minutes in silence, to wearing your oldest clothes, Paula Huston offers really interesting suggestions and exercises for connecting with those who suffer. I just made the books sound really depressing; it’s not. Quite the opposite, really.
After reading for a few minutes in my newly refreshed bed, I think about all that I have to be grateful for. I turn up my sound machine (set at “ocean”) to full blast, and before you know it, I’m out like a light. And then I wake up an hour later, and remember that I forgot to set my alarm. Baby steps.
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Are you an early riser? I need your help.