MY LIFE – My early morning routine

MY LIFE – My early morning routine

Rightly or wrongly, I have always tended, both by habit and instinct, to be a spontaneous (some might say undisciplined), fly-by-the-seat-of-the-pants kind of person. In most instances it seems to have worked fairly well for me, but family responsibilities eventually forced me into establishing a few necessary routines.

However, as time marched on, things have changed a bit. I am now both single and retired, freed from the constraints of both time and most responsibilities. Free to come and go as I please. Not a bad place to be, if you want to know the truth.

Some changes have been slow and sometimes uncomfortable for someone who had spent a lifetime sharing space with others. Not to sound undelicate, but being able to move about in my own home in various stages of undress without angst was a long time in coming. Other things, like shopping only when I need things and eating only when I am hungry, no matter the time, and then doing it with a plate on my lap in my recliner in front of the TV have been no-brainers.

What brought all of the above to mind just now is suddenly realizing what big changes my morning routine has undergone over the years.

For more years than I can imagine, mornings were, of necessity, a matter of rigid time management. Waking at a certain time and hitting the ground running. Getting myself and then my family up-and-at-’em, washed, brushed, dressed, fed, and out the door.

Time marched along, family left the nest, and then I retired.

Free at last! But I still rolled out of bed at the crack of dawn, hit the ground running, and carried on with life, albeit on gentler terms. However, somewhere along the line, in very recent years, I began to slack off. As a result I now find myself following a drastically different morning routine.

Although I still wake up at the crack of dawn, I now take a minute or two to reflect on whether or not I feel rested. If not, I pull the covers back up to my chin and snuggle back down until I know that I am finally too wide awake to even think about dozing off again. At that point, I get up, pulling the covers back up and making the bed as I go (yes, I am one of those people). From there, it’s off to the bathroom, take my morning pills to ease the discomfort in my legs (back problems no doubt caused by 30-years as an RN), and then it’s butt down and feet up in the recliner while I let the Motrin do its work.

So far, so good, but here, during the resting period, is where, like today, I sometimes get lost in time.

OK, first things first. I pick up my iPad and click onto The New York Times mini crossword puzzle of the day. The big puzzles are beyond me and too frustrating a way to begin a new day, but the mini is just my speed. That accomplished, I move on to reading the news.

A self-confessed news junkie, I subscribe to The New York Times online. I love reading my way down the page, from column to column and not stopping until I reach bottom. Sometimes that will do it for me, other times I will then click onto Books or Food on the side bar. Thoroughly sated, I will then move, still on iPad, to check my email, then to the friends’ postings. Last but not least, it’s on to Words With Friends where I will do battle with my fellow lexophiles.

Normally up by 6 or 6:30 a.m., none of the above is a problem. But today, not only did I sleep in until 7:25 a.m., but with all the recent impeachment stuff hitting the fan, reading my way through the news took longer than usual. I really tried to rush through it, but just couldn’t. I pushed on through the whole thing before moving on.

I was working my way through the friends’ postings when I suddenly glanced at the clock.

Yikes! 9:20 a.m. Not only was it Friday, my usual day for writing this column and here I was already three hours behind my usual writing day schedule, but I had also been sitting here without a single firm subject thought in my head.

I ask you, what is a columnist to do?

Anyone out there who has ever been in this fix knows exactly what most writers would do, which is to take the path of least resistance. And that is how it has come to pass that today’s column, which I have managed to bring in pretty much on time (I always write with my back firmly against deadline), is all about what was most pressing on my mind at this very moment.

Hoping to see you next week in more orderly fashion.

Rhea Bouchard Powers is a writer from Cumberland.