5:05 AM. The youngest kid’s bus leaves in an hour. That is a pretty dramatic shift for a kid who has grown accustomed to waking up between 7 and 8:30 over the past 10 weeks. Summer crawled by and atrophied our muscles, sense of timing, and academic responsibility. It has been a long hard fight to get myself up and going in preparation for this week, and I realize that it is going to take the brood much longer.
One thing I’ve learned is that ritual/routine is powerful. Doing the blog each morning fires up my brain. Occasionally the fire starts after the words have already hit the screen, but the fire does start. Given the early start and the need to quickly train my little one’s brains, I ought to devise some similar style of ritual for them. If not writing then something else that gets the mind going.
For me, writing this every morning is a healthy start and a reminder that the brain still has a little bit left to offer. I don’t always have a wealth of things to say, but I make the effort. That is the key trait I want to promote in all of them through a ritual such as this. Later we will get back into doing morning laps and conditioning our bodies–the stuff that comes easy to them and feels like a nightmare to me. For now let’s stick to what I am presently good at and thus can teach a little.
Some Thoughts;
- A little over a month since I unquit and I am slowly moving towards being able to sit down and write stories again. I am actually starting to want to.
- Football was played last night. The Cowboys won, the Cardinals lost. All is right with the universe once again. Next week Beast Mode is coming to town and I intend to be there. Not front seat, but close enough.