No matter what time I wake up, without an appointment, I take a long time to get out of bed, and it’s entirely because I need a mission. If I don’t something big that the day’s gonna be about, if I don’t know the first thing on my agenda, I can barely get up. Eventually, I regain enough consciousness to make a list in my head of the two or three really important things I’ve got to accomplish. Or, sometimes I’m able to say “Let’s just catch a shower and go to Luck Bros, I’ll figure it out from there.” But I until I have some sort of game plan, Resistance just lays it’s whole, corpulent body on top of mine and keeps me pinned there.
That’s a bad time, too. It’s easy to get distracted by guilty thoughts about your past or lazy about the one thing you can think of that needs done, but you really don’t want to do.
Yesterday, for example, all I could think about was this one person I really wanted to email, but was really nervous about writing to. That was #1 on my list. Until I could get my brain around doing that (which involved starting to write the email in my head) I was stuck.
I hate mornings. I used to think it was because “I’m not a morning person,” turns out it’s because Resistance is.