Getting up and being productive has never been my thing. The time in the restaurant industry molded me into a night Hawk, and then by default a late sleeper and not one of those early morning people that perk up before they open there eyes in the morning.
Not me, ugh where’s my coffee and snooze button.
Being in a tribe of men, I see a lot of success from those that have adapted some form of morning routine to start there day. Coming from all walks of life, I’ve been exposed many awesome examples and ideas to try. There of course is no one blue print that you can follow, each of us is an individual and the routine will differ from person to person.
The biggest thing that I have learned from these awesome examples is that it’s about creating the mindset for a successful day. To mentally prepare for the day ahead, and plan for what you would like to get done for the day. Everything from how I will interact with my children, to what I want to accomplish for the day.
This process (so far this week) has allowed me to be more productive, and effective as a father and man. By investing a few hours into myself in the morning, has paid huge dividends to those around me. This routine will continue to evolve over the next few weeks as I try different things into this routine until I find what truly works for me.
It’s now a routine that I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon, as it’s the perfect way to start the day.
Is a children’s book, where you need to find this tiny dude hidden somewhere in a giant two page drawing with many similar looking patterns and designs.
Followers of my little blog here, might be wondering the same thing. Where’s Waldo? It’s been a while since you’ve written anything and/or updated the site. I’d like to take the chance to explain why, and where I’ve been!
When I first got the idea last year to create a blog, the idea behind it was to share and express some of things that I wrote in my journal, perhaps with the intention that if one person could take something away from my experience with life, some of the lessons I may have learned and were able to better their own life, improve their relationship with a child, make themselves a bit healthier… all of these would be considered wins by me.
More importantly to me, was the ability to record my thoughts and feelings in a litle bit more of a creative way. By adding music, and pictures, and comments to my posts, it is like creating a living and breathing journal, as opposed to mere words on a page. Add on the fact that typing on a keyboard is slightly less painful to fingers after a lengthy period of writing, painful believe me. I have the divot in my fingers to prove it.
Then something happened that I didn’t think of, or expect. Things that i was writing started to come back and affect my personal life.
People from my past and present started to comment on the things I wrote, and often times in a very negative way.
It became very painful, to even share my own life as it was literally being thrown back into my face. Really? Yes, really.
I am very fearful to write about issues my children may be having, or solutions to those problems. I fear to write about personal issues I struggle with not knowing if this information could be used against me in the future.
It’s actually kind of fucked.
What it did do was take all the love and joy out of writing this blog, and replaced it with a head shaking dis-belief that people had nothing better to do than comment on my life, which isn’t really all that interesting is it?
This blog was meant for me, and it was hi-jacked but people whom I sure had the best intentions behind there words. I have been recently reminded that no one can tell you how to run your life. Everyone is different, everyone looks at the world through a different set of us, and what works for me may not be the best thing for you.
With that in mind, and remembering why I got into this in the first place shouldn’t really have affecting me in the way that it has. I am better than that. My wonderful followers (that’s you) deserve better than that. This is supposed to be fun. This is suppose to be for me…