I’m trying not to harp too much on the whole new habits thing because this blog is already just a “ONE DIRECTION” poster away from being a tweenie bopper’s bedroom and too much navel gazing isn’t fun for anyone. On the other hand, this is cheap therapy and the worst thing that can happen is I will get only 2 likes on Facebook.
Actually I take that back, that is pretty horrible. I think I would have to sulk for hours. Quick, appeal to the masses!
I am proud of a few small victories:
- I wrote every night I planned to write
- I actually completed one chapter, 2500 words, of The Book
Of course, this is what I wrote Friday night:
I really really didn’t want to write tonight. This Week I am 1 for 5 for getting up early. So I am forcing myself to write this to keep a promise to myself.
Sometimes victory comes on a technicality.
One thing I didn’t really start to understand until I started keeping detailed notes was just how much of an impact the amount of sleep I’m getting has on my willpower. We live in such a cavalier culture when it comes to how little we sleep that I don’t appreciate the impact it has until I’m trying to do anything besides stagger through my life on autopilot clutching a cup of coffee and wishing desperately that I still smoked cigarettes.
Between the inherent sleeplessness of parenthood and the rhythm of modern life, we’re blase about the fact that many of us are getting, at best, 5 hours of sleep a night.
I have no willpower on 5 hours of sleep. None.
4 year old wants to draw on the walls with a sharpie? Go for it.
7 year old wants to pack a lunch consisting entirely of Aunt Jemima and Cheezits? Heck yeah why not.
Get up out of the recliner and go for a run? Are you freaking kidding me? There’s no coffee out there, not happening.
What worse, two of my favorite things– alcohol and coffee– make sleep worse. So I’m considering giving up coffee, which I think puts me in the certifiable grade A1 insane basket of broken eggs.
I bet Hemingway didn’t have to put up with this nonsense.