Everything hurts and I'm dying.
You guys, I am tired on Day 3. I know that eventually my sleep patterns will normalize, but right now, this night owl is on the strug-gle bus. And I think the bus just ran me over. (I also think this sleep score is bologna. Who gets a 5/50 when I clearly slept longer than I was awake, using very simple math? I object!)
However, I rolled over and completed my morning devotional even before my alarm went off. I stared at the ceiling aimlessly for a few minutes. Then, I did it. I put one foot on the floor. Then the other. And then, I did what Hal said to do. I drank some water, brushed my teeth while I marched in place (my own weird addition) to get the blood flowing, and off we went!
Here is a quick rundown of how I am feeling after my first hour of the day:
Silence came easily to me today. I continue to use the Abide app, and today, I decided to linger with it a little longer in silence after the two-minute session was up. The phrase that stuck with me today was, "light, momentary afflictions." If I can remember that today's troubles are light and fleeting, I think I can conquer anything through the peace and grace of Jesus.
Next, I said my affirmations. If you remember, I am focusing this week on my role as school leader, writer and wife. It was easier this morning to imagine effectively leading with love as a school leader, and envisioning what it feels like to effectively manage a crisis. I feel stronger than when I started my day and I am only a few minutes into my new morning ritual.
Visualization was a more difficult task for me today. My mind gets distracted when I close my eyes from all the clutter. (Yesterday I took a mindset quiz and just scored "ok." I was the author of the quiz, queen. No bias there, am I right?) Perhaps this weekend I will spend some time in prayerful silence as I create a vision board. I think a tangible visual may be helpful for me during this part of my morning routine.
Exercise came next (and y'all, it just took me a hot minute to remember how to spell that word so dear Lord please send sleep tonight!) and today I decided I needed a good stretch. Yesterday, with school resuming, we jumped back and forth between district leadership meetings and five interviews from 8:00-3:00. I did a lot of Zooming and my body felt Zoom's wrath. (At this point, Zoom seems like a demon Greek god who is simply unconquerable M-F from 7:30-5:00.) I did a good core workout from my Fitbit app and the minutes ticked by much more quickly than I had even hoped.
I had the opportunity to determine what to read today as I finished Hal's TMM yesterday during my morning routine. Today I continued reading I Hear You by Michael S. Sorenson. If you need a good reminder that you probably should validate people, especially those who are difficult to love, this is a quick read. It's logical advice that's easy to follow, but it is providing me with a few new techniques that I am finding particularly helpful during this time when I just can't seem to be the bearer of good news. Coronavirus is another evil Greek god who is clearly collaborating with Zoom, God of Evil Technology.
Finally, we scribe.
I know that, although this new rhythm isn't quite where I want it to be, what Zig Zigler says is true. "Lack of direction, not lack of time, is the problem. We all have 24-hour days." I know that I am accomplishing more with my new rituals this week than I have accomplished in my collective mornings since the start of quarantine in the spring. I can feel my perspective shifting. There is a deep inner peace that is under construction at the hands of God. My mind feels sharper. My energy is higher. And there is something about that first cup of water in the morning that is making me a believer. Maybe Hal (perhaps evil Greek God of the Morning) knows what he's doing after all.