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Guten Morgen Reader,
Our heater stopped working some time on Wednesday. We canāt be sure what time precisely because my hormonal state makes it so that I am almost always cold. Unless I am extremely warm. So for me, it was normal to sit in bed with sweatpants, t-shirt, sweatshirt, and a scarf under the thickest down comforter. When I announced: āI think I need a hot water bottle, too,ā D got out of bed to turn the heater up.
Nothing. No clicky sound, no humming.
Still nothing the next morning.
By the time the mechanic had found a temporary fix at 2 pm, my day was on a very crooked trajectory. I was still in my pajamas (underneath some fleece layers), I hadnāt journaled, skipped another morning ritual. I know myself well enough to understand I would not recover. I did what was necessary ā even showed up on the mat. But there was no space for creativity, for writing, for expansion. When my morning is off, my day is off.
If you have ever found yourself brushing your teeth at night, thinking: āDidnāt I just do that in the morning, like a minute ago,ā you know what I am talking about.
I never consider any day a LOST day. Days are simply too precious to disappear completely. But I can get lost in a dark woods kind of day if I donāt take time to anchor myself in it.
My morning rituals serve as an anchoring announcement:
š¦© Here I am.
š¦© This is what I intend to do/experience/enjoy today.
š¦© This is the attitude and energy I am bringing.
š¦© This is todayās theme.
When I feel adrift during the day, which might look like standing in the hallway for a good minute, trying to decide whether to get dressed for a walk, take a nap, or sit down to write, I can come back to my anchor (my journal) and check.
If the theme is āconnection,ā I can reach out to someone. If the energy is ārestless,ā I can lay down for a minute.
My rituals arenāt unusual, but they are unique in that they work for me, for now. I have tried copying ā100 Morning Rituals of The Most Successful People,ā and it sucked. Their success isnāt mine; their mornings arenāt mine; their useful anchors are my restricting shackles.
I canāt tell you what announcing yourself to the day should look like for you. But I can tell you that claiming that space in your day, anchoring yourself in time, will make you more immune to other peopleās (or your applianceās) fuckery.
Me, I hope to have around 11,000 days left to enjoy on this earth, and I donāt want to spend them mindlessly hustling.
From my anchored heart to yours,
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p.s. Okay, because I know you are curious and to inspire you, but NOT FOR YOU TO JUST COPY, here is what I do in the mornings: lemon water, coffee, food for me and my dog, kindness for my husband, card-drawing, journaling, planning, self-coaching, yoga, playing, and as much of the news as my nervous system can take
p.p.s. If you are thinking "That's fine for you, lady, but I ain't got time for shit like that. I have more important things to do," I will answer: "Something made you read all the way to the p.p.s. And that something is worth listening to." Letās give it a voice in 1:1 coaching. Here is how to work with me.ā
I am a recovering perfectionist, productivity chaser, and people pleaser, coaching women to disrupt old thought patterns, let go of behaviors that keep them stuck, and make their joy an everyday priority.
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