Yesterday was without a doubt my best day yet.
I went to gym. I went out for a meal at night (and wasn’t too tired). I put in 10 solid Pomodoro’s of work, set-up a few websites and went to sleep at a more “normal” time (just before 11pm).
While I was questioning my sanity at 5am in the morning, by 6am I had already greatly appreciated why I was doing this.
Though I do have a confession.
Yes, I set my alarm for 5:20am. But only at 4:55am, I promise.
And I was up and out of bed at 5:02.
As soon as I woke up my initial thought was “what’s wrong with another 20 minutes in bed…nobody will care?”.
But I felt incredibly guilty if I was going to do that and not write about it on this journal. Like I was letting others and myself down.
I quickly remembered how good I felt yesterday at 6am and jumped out of bed. I’m glad I did.
It’s so easy for a negative action to spiral into continuing for days in a row, up until the point I’m waking up at 6am and still writing here that I got up at 5am as agreed.
Yesterday was the first time I could actually see myself living by this routine, and I want that to continue, because I’m already seeing the benefits.
I have a four hour drive ahead of me today so I’m not planning on getting too much work done (nobody wants to be a sleepy driver) so I’m going to clean up a few websites for 90 minutes or so and then hit the road.
I know nobody is reading yet since I have not shared the URL to this blog, but to my imaginary audience…let’s kill it today.