Nov 29, 2017 · 2 minute read
“Sometimes you eat the bar, and sometimes, well, the bar eats you.” — The Big Lebowski
I was in a good place this morning. I woke up before my alarm, remembered to prepare all the lunches, washed a load of laundry, and fed and dressed the baby with little incident.
I was on track to make it to work on time, finally, and I made a mental note to clean the litter box that evening.
My cat didn’t seem to want to wait that long. Apparently, she found the state of her litter box unacceptable.
So she pooped in the shower.
Cats, people neglected to tell me, are disgusting.
But that is not my point. My point is, just as we were getting ready to leave, I had to stop my awesome momentum and clean the shower AND the litter box. Sometimes, no matter how hard you try, life throws you some curve balls that you just can’t hit.
So I was late to work. Again.
The thing is, I know what would have helped me in this situation. The same thing that would help me avoid being late every day: a morning routine.
But my previous morning routine, which I loved so much, isn’t working for me with a baby right now, and I haven’t yet developed one to take its place.
I want to do everything in the morning — meditate, exercise, write for Medium or my blog, journal — in addition to all the regular morning tasks. But right now, that’s not realistic.
Plus, I get distracted easily. So I often make myself late because I unload the dishwasher or decide to iron a shirt I’m not going to wear that day, or fold the laundry. I get derailed by tasks that don’t need to be done right then.
What I really need is focus. And a strong morning routine that works with the schedule I have now. Simple living, which is what I strive for, is made easier by solid routines that take the guesswork and decision-making out of the things in life that we don’t need to waste our mental energy on.
But it can take a lot of trial and error, and some days are more successful than others.
Sometimes, the bar eats you.