Now that Ive blogged 5 days in a row (including this one), making me one of the World’s Top Bloggers, people will want to know the keys to my success and creativity. It’s inevitable.
I’m not gonna be shitty about it like Angelina Jolie was on the red carpet when E! asked her what she and the famille Jolie-Pitt ate for breakfast. “Cereal.” {eye roll} “We eat cereal.”
I’m more than happy to share. I love making an impact. Feel free to steal any of these steps for your own successful “Day Kickoff,” which is what I now call the morning.
1) Wake up.
2) If it’s before 8:30, think, “Not bad. Hello, early bird!”
3) Shut off “Rain On A Tent” white noise app on phone.
4) Tell self not to look at emails yet, because successful people don’t look at their emails in the morning. Look anyway. [2017 UPDATE: I’ve since solved this.] [2020 UPDATE: I’m bad again!]
5) Delete the ones that say “Cheap Jordans” and, recently, “You got a payment,” and wonder why they always come in during the night.
6) Open the ones I can’t deal with, just to see, then “save as new” so the dot next to them can bug me all day.
7) Look at Facebook, now that we’re on a roll. Get excited by red notification circle, then get disappointed that it’s another invitation to that person’s “STEP INTO YOUR SENSUALITY SOUL-AWAKENING SKYPE SOIREE.” [2020 UPDATE: Now I ignore Facebook but look at Instagram for like 30 minutes, responding to things that could wait till later]
8) Go to bathroom. (Hey, you asked. Or maybe you didn’t.) Debate between electric toothbrush and regular one, which is Steven’s but I use it for gentle brushings.
9) Make bed sloppily. Decide it’s good enough. Fine, tuck in the part of the duvet that’s really hanging down low. Fine, tuck in the whole thing.
10) Put on “morning walk” clothes. Wonder if the 2007 wide-leg jeans I like to walk in are close enough to the wide-leg ones that I saw a model wearing. [UPDATE FOR 2017: That everyone’s wearing.] [UPDATE 2020: I have Gap “tech fabric” sweats I wear instead of whatever jeans are so three years ago.] Change to cut offs instead and wonder if I’m “rocking” them or just “getting away with” them. Or neither.
11) Grab tote bag, wallet, iPhone, headphones. [2020 UPDATE: Mask. Sigh.] Notice tote bag needs to be washed, and leave apartment.
12) Come back in for sunglasses, leave again.
13) Press elevator button. Decide it’s not worth the wait, take stairs. Think about how one flight is what people who live in houses walk up and down a hundred times a day.
14) Use back exit, disarming the alarm system with an electronic fob I keep in my wallet. Most people can use their finger, but the system couldn’t register my fingerprint. (The super said that usually only happens with really old people.)
15) Wonder why old people don’t commit more crimes, since they don’t have fingerprints. Be just fine with the fob, because it forces me to remember my wallet.
16) Walk to Union Square farmer’s market. Spy samples from a block away. Walk fast as possible without breaking into run. Engage in a finger war over toothpicks with an old lady, finally grab one, and try many times to stab the best piece of tomato on the paper plate.
17) Buy plums at two different stands, because you never know which ones will be the good ones and which will be the duds. If only there were samples.
18) Head down University. Think about walking a different way, because walking a new way stimulates creativity. Nah.
19) Stop in Agata & Valentina, which is 3 blocks from Citarella and just like Citarella. Wonder if I should get my pre-cut watermelon chunks there, or if they’ll be better at Citarella. Both come with a tiny plastic fork thing.
Citarella still makes you sign, which, even though they switched from paper to the electronic pad, is still something I don’t feel like doing. But the watermelon is slightly cheaper. [2020 UPDATE: I use apple pay for everything.]
20) Wonder if I should get eggs instead of watermelon, because you’re supposed to start your morning with protein.
21) See the line of Audio Institute students at the hot breakfast counter, all wearing their giant headphones around their neck and waiting to order pancakes, and decide it’ll take too long. [UPDATE: This post has too many pre-COVID anachronisms to keep updating.]
22) Walk to Citarella via 8th Street, shaking head over the closed Grey’s Papaya, where I never spent a dime, but still. [UPDATE: It’s now a Juice Press. No thought of going in there. I’m over green juice.]
23) Buy watermelon chunks, even though it looks like a lot of light-colored rind pieces.
24) Stop in O Cafe for an iced coffee. Wonder if I need to remind the new-ish person how I like my “usual.” Wonder if I sound self-important asking “do you know my usual?” Explain that it’s a large, charged as a medium because I’m a regular, filled all the way with ice and then room for milk. Recognize that I’m at the age where the kids who work there probably think of me as “the crazy iced coffee lady.”
25a) Return home. Say hi to my doorman Shef, who’s also my TV buddy. If there’s any TV worth discussing, other than Real Housewives, stop to discuss it. We agree on everything but the greatness of Real Housewives, clearly his blind spot.
25b) Slip past neighbor waiting for the elevator and take stairs, to burn calories and to avoid interaction.
26) Sit down with NY Times, away from computer, so I’ll focus on the paper. It might give me ideas, or make me more informed, which = interesting. [UPDATE: 750words.com now comes before paper.]
27) Hear “ding” of email, and abandon the paper. [UPDATE: Email no longer dings, and I have it turned off till 11am.]
28) Begin working/Facebooking /working/ Facebooking for the day.
[29) 2020 UPDATE: write in 750words.com and feel like I’ve actually done something. My entire life and business have changed, and, I’m loathe to admit, I’ve slipped more healthy “habits” into the morning. I might have to rewrite this post. But most of my heathen morning ways remain intact, rest assured. I’m still me.]
And that’s how it’s done.
[2022 UPDATE: Too many mid-COVID anachronisms to update from 2020. I’m done.]
Can you believe how much I get done before 11am?
What does your morning look like? I seriously want to know.
TELL ME IN THE COMMENTS.
In a celestial way, I drift into “awake” mode, only to discover I’m up four minutes before my alarm. “Damn it self conscious!” I spend those four minutes convincing myself I deserve to stay in bed, and relax, but after thirty seconds, I’m already reaching for my “slocks” (half slipper half socks) and heading to the loo. “I really gotta stop drinking so much water before bed.” I tell myself as I flush. The toilet paper in the bowl is proof that I made several trips throughout the night. I return to my bed and instantly start making it, or else I risk hoping back in. As I toss my donut shaped throw pillow in the centre I reach for my phone. Now the real battle begins. With every fiber in my being I try to ignore the notifications. “I need to meditate.” I search for the Headspace app but the pressure is too great. I roll my finger over Facebook Messenger. 15 minutes later I sit down to do my 10 minutes of daily meditation. But I’m already behind schedule so I cut it down to five. “Facebook defeated again.”
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Im a little late to the party here but loved the challenge & it kicked started my been away for a while Mojo so had to share. I am new to your blog to boot:
1) Wake up. Get out of bed, drag a comb across my head…
2) If it’s before 8:30, I think, Not bad. Considering this is Italy and ‘i scuri’ on my balcony doors vanquish all natural light.
3) Open balcony doors. Bedroom floods with glorious eye-blasting far-eastern small town Campanian mountain daylight. Squint and smile.
4) Don’t check emails yet because this is Italy so no one has sent or returned any. But depress the little wireless connection button anyway, to start the day
5) Head to the dark-ish kitchen, one room away, to assemble cafe’ (…’i scuri’ on the front kitchen doors are never open before 10am )
6) WhatsApp pings on my phone – the moccha pot now lit on the gas bombola stove, I go back to check who’s emoticon’d me from the US in the middle of the night
7) Make it back to the kitchen in time to catch the moccha pot before it bubbles over. Black, homemade, triple espresso. Enjoy a few handmade biscotti too big to dunk from yesterday’s visit with zia; a domestic wiz, she whipped them up in the half an hour it took me to walk there. Hell. All the elder women here are domestic wizards – thanks to their 1930s Fascist upbringings and a very hard scrabble life.
8) Walk past my unmade bed to the balcony. It will remain unmade till I open ‘i scuri’ to the street side of the house, when all the little old ladies who walk by can see that its not yet made. I worry they will think Im not good enough.
9) Put on morning walk clothes, a touch of lip color. Wonder if anything I put on will be approved by the very small town minds of the other ladies of the lane, the ones more my age, who probably have no such concerns in their daily routine
10) Grab a tote bag, wallet. Unlock my chestnut wood doors, pull off one heavy wood scuri, head down the narrow lane.
11) Come back in for sunglasses, make bed, leave again.
12) Head right under the stone arch, around two narrow bends, down along the newly paved ‘strada dei ‘archi dei zingari’, to the bottom of the hill to Canio’s alimentari to buy a loaf of bread, a container of milk and some fresh ricotta. All delivered that morning. Mmmm, bread’s still warm.
14) Think immediately of the very early Sesame Street episode; A loaf of bread, a container of milk and a stick of butter. The little girl’s sing song voice so clear in my head, the funky neighborhood she walks to get to the bodega oddly so similar to my current surroundings…marveling, a old NY memory in old, old Italy
15) Wonder if any of these old time Italians might know that episode too
Nah.
16) Think, I’ll stop & pick up a half dozen fresh eggs from Antonietta down the road, if she’s in.
17) Antonietta is in. Her rambling garden with ramshackle hut is overflowing with hens & cocks grazing on organic grains & greens. She counts out 8 eggs wraps them in newspaper and I hand her my coins. She tosses a head of fresh sandy lettuce and a few figs into my bag, sends me on my way
18) Walk back up the hill to my two room ‘piano di terra’ stone house. Pull out the long iron key to open those chestnut wood doors. Indulge myself for breakfast with what I’ve dubbed, what I know, is the Original cream cheese and jelly sandwich. Thick fresh bread, ricotta cheese and homemade blackberry jam tinged with a teaspoon of grappa. Whoa.
19) Take a second triple espresso out to my balcony.
20) Think, this ain’t Queens or the LES. Smile.
Though it’s the Bronx to them….
21) Then, Oh yeah, it’s Thursday.
22) Go back out, head up instead of down, to the ‘strada dei piedi’ for the farmer’s market where I’ll first dawdle and forage for interesting objects or fabrics or maybe stash a giant antique green demijon, if found on the street, behind a pile of rubble to be picked up later – handblown yet discarded as if from some bygone era – and as I do I will be offered a large cache of these demijons by an old man with a bastone, wearing a fedora
23) Think, how many do I have? Oh about 20 demijons now back in my grotta. Yep… Grotta.
24) Disengage from old guy, walk on to buy a few kilos of seasonal fruits and vegetables for under 5 bucks, 2 litres of organic olive oil or frizzante wine for under 10, be offered a pastry at the bar, or detained and cajoled by a dozen and one elders, youngsters and general locals alike…
25) Walk home.
26) Back with my car for the demijons. A dozen in all. Short old guy with bastone and fedora is thinking he’s duped L’Americana into hawling off his old junk from his cantina. L’Americana is shocked how nice that old guy really was and how easy it was to increase my collection. Load them into the car. Double park on via Concezione. Carry them one by one down via Fontana to my grotta tucked in a ‘vicoletto’ up high and away from the street
27) Demijons stored, I am finally back in to whip up a nice lunch. Pasta, with butter and fresh peas and more ricotta. Glass or two of good wine. Salad. Fruit.
28) Nap.
29) Wake an hour later, hope DSL connection is good, check email, and begin Work/Read/Write/Work
Can you believe how much I get done before 3pm?
This made me laugh!!!! 🙂
I will have to write up my own version of this. Awesome! I love your honesty!
xox,
Ursula
I can’t even think about my morning routine because literally all I can think about now is how older people don’t have fingerprints. I kind of can’t believe there is not a successful gang of elderly jewelry thieves (or maybe there is?) Also maybe Brad Pitt and George Clooney will explore this topic in Oceans 20. My friends mom just literally stole a potato from her house and was turned in by the other daughter who found said potato in her purse. Her mom says she thought she had plenty and wouldn’t notice. Friend is concerned not about potato but about her “borrowing” from someone else down the road. Maybe she doesn’t need to worry after all : )
I bet there is a successful gang of elderly jewelry thieves. Know why we haven’t heard about them?
Older women shouldn’t steal potatoes. They already have soup crackers in their purses. Too much starch.
Ahahhaha
Not only is this Hilarious + relateable, but the fact you can do this all before 11 am is F$%$%ing Amazing!
Thank you. And thanks for recognizing how much I get done. It doesn’t look like much from the outside…
Hey Laura, I so enjoy your writing style! Great post, and it actually looks like my evening. I have a similar path, just reversed! Keep inspiring please!! Warmly, Rick 😉
Thanks, Rick! Maybe I’ll see you when I do the same thing in reverse in the evening, which I do, substituting ice cream for watermelon chunks.
I start my day with kitty whiskers tickling my nose…nuff said.
I hope you have a cat.
Ok… real talk. What do you do with all the plastic watermelon forks if not using them to eat the watermelon??
Rest in peace Gray’s Papaya – you were a never ending source of entertainment. I imagine the Chase that’s sure to be going in on that corner has SUV proof window glass.
Who said I don’t use them to eat the watermelon? Or do you mean what do I do with them after? If so, I use them as afro picks for my dolls.
Gray’s is going to be a Liquiteria. After banks, now the second-most ubiquitous business. I hope all their juices taste like hot dog.
You must have QUITE the doll collection! I hope it’s as creepy as my man neighbor’s naked barbie collection
Clearly mine is not infused with New York chic – you flashy city girl!
Currently a consistent rhythm is lacking, which might be part of my problem. The broad strokes the last few months go like this:
1) 5am – awaken to the sounds of the local flock of ducks doing any number of unsettling things. Quacking in a sort of bizarre slow laugh (yes laugh!), frantically attacking each other for no good reason or what sounds like predators disemboweling a gazelle. (yea we have serious ducks where we live)
2) 8ish – usual wake up time. Slow start. Stretching. A good dose of water. Brew up some tea.
3) Breakfast. Generally low key. Smoothie or something healthy if possible. Or Bacon. I’m not picky.
4) Get a basic plan for the day. Not that I start that plan but good for me to see where things are.
5) Lately a little panic overwhelm time. Crap what am I doing and when can I paid to be awesome and taste chocolate all day. Or write songs about Eeyore. Again not picky.
6) A little news review. Whats going on. What are things to track and pay attention to, especially around things like health and wellness since that is part of my work. Usually some time spent on frivolous items like who got caught lighting their car on fire. Puppy videos. You know.
7) Clean house a little – get things straitened up. Clear my head. Usually about 15 minutes of meditation as well.
8) Writing. An hour or so.
9) Then an intermingling of writing, video production, audio production, emails, facebook and other ridiculousness with a smattering of food and random episodes of whatever looks intriguing.
That would be the nutshell of the morning and day. Then off to the Skype Soiree for Embodied Tantric Floral Arranging and Chakra Cleansing – because after all this is California.
As always thanks for the inspiration! Maybe the dream is re-opening that Grey’s Papaya just so you can walk by everyday and not come in. Yea. That’s the dream.
Who DID get caught lighting their car on fire?
I have a suggestion: bacon smoothie.
We both know that Tantric Floral Arranging is totally a thing in California. It has to be.
Thanks for coming by and commenting!
Wait…you are attending the Step Into Your Sensuality Soul-Awakening Skype Soiree, right?
I’m leading it! That’s why I was so annoyed to get another invitation. Already in my calendar.
Awesome blog, again!!!
Thanks!
I died at this: “STEP INTO YOUR SENSUALITY SOUL-AWAKENING SKYPE SOIREE.”
If Facebook can figure out how to extensively invade our privacy, can’t they give us an option to never be poked again or receive invites to events like this?
I wish Facebook would find a way to ban alliteration in invitations. Absolute Abundance…Powerful Prosperity…Daring Deliciousness…make it stop.
I love it! I’m going to jump on this bandwagon so that I can be included in the abused usage of “hero” just by commenting on your blog. I like the idea of being your hero, even over my children, so here it goes:
1. Woke up
2. Drank coffee
3. Sporadically watched the Today Show.
4. Went outside to witness if San Diego was really having the weather that the news was stating.
5. Got dressed.
6. Came to work.
Lots of shit happened in between, but looking back at it, it’s not worth writing about. Or is it? Yours was entertaining, but then, people follow you and your shit.
Keep up the regular blogging Laura. I love it!
Xoxo
My rule: if it’s mundane, it’s worth writing about. As you can tell from my posts.
The Today Show is totally made for sporadic watching. You’re doing it right.
Your mom cracks me up. 😀
This is really funny + good. I try not to check my emails in the morning either but I can’t resist! That whole electronic world sucks me in…
I used to start my day listening to Howard Stern on the clock radio on my night stand. But I stopped when he switched to satellite radio. For the past five years I try to wake up listening to Bird Flight, devoted to the music of Charlie Parker, on WKCR-FM, hosted for the past 44 years by the encyclopedic jazz scholar Phil Schaap. I say “try” because it is on weekdays from 8:20 to 9:40 and that is often earlier than I prefer to wake up. Sometimes I wake up, put on the radio, and then as Phil rambles on about Parker (as 75% percent of the show is him talking rather than actual music being played), I drift back into much needed sleep and end up having dreams involving Phil Schaap.
For the past six or seven years Bird Flight has been dedicated to playing every single known recording by Parker in strict chronological order. It is very intriguing because one is getting a detailed biographical account simultaneously with hearing the great music and understanding the context in which it was created. However, the tendency is to play each recording date multiple times and to examine it over the span of up to three weeks (fifteen uninterrupted 80 minute shows). Sometimes a single song is examined in this manner. Sometimes, the recording has fidelity lower than anything you can possibly imagine, as it if were recorded on one of those old fashioned plastic disc making machines you’d find at an amusement park, scratched up by a psychotic five year old, and drenched in a bath of battery acid. This is a form of academic perversity I find equally insane and fascinating. One of my proudest moments is presenting Phil, one of the world’s leading authorities on Charlie Parker, with an audio recording of Parker on a 1950 TV show that he had never before heard and didn’t know survived. This caused him to back track the chronological review by 2 months to examine this recording on the air for about 3 solid weeks. He even hyped the premiere of this recording on his show on his Facebook page.
Anyway, after that I generally listen to The Brian Leher show on WNYC at 10AM, and then at 11AM I often watch The Price Is Right on CBS.
But I should try going outside before noon. Sounds fun.
Bruce … I have been listening to WKCR-FM all afternoon via webstreaming. Just had to take a moment to thank you for mentioning the station in your comment this morning. I’m in Alberta so had never heard this station before. Occasionally it pays to read the comments! Loving the Musician’s Show.
Wow. This is the first time I’ve received a response to one my comments from Laura’s blog by somebody other than Laura. I often suspect that Laura is the only person reading my comments so it is gratifying to be proven wrong.
My brother turned me on to WKCR in the early ’70s. He hasn’t listened to it in decades but I am definitely a regular listener, primarily of their jazz programs and new music programs (which specialize in avant garde jazz, some of which can only be described as mind blowing but which that the average listener would find excruciating or intolerable). For more pleasant sounds I recommend Out To Lunch (weekdays noon to 3 Eastern), Jazz Alternatives (weekdays 6PM to 9PM Eastern), and Traditions In Swing (Saturdays 6PM to 9PM Eastern).
And every time a noted jazz artist passes away the station does a 24 hour marathon of that person’s music. They recently did one for the bassist Charlie Haden. They also do multiple 24 hour birthday broadcasts throughout the year. From August 27 to 29 (24 hours per day) they will do an extended birthday broadcast to celebrate the music of Lester Young (Aug. 27) and Charlie Parker (Aug. 29).
Are there any good stations in Alberta that you recommend, Sheryl?
I love you, Bruce. Hilariously explained. Now I’m going to listen to WKCR-FM
Ah! Early seventies! Funny that in the early 70s I was staying up way later than I was supposed to trying to find faraway stations on my portable radio (not quite a tiny blue transistor, but close) and now, I guess I’m still doing the same but with something even more magical called the web!
Alberta has a very cool, listener-supported radio station called CKUA http://www.ckua.com that I support and for which I volunteer (mostly at festivals). The jazz component is not extensive; there’s one program that I enjoy on Saturday afternoons called Time for Jazz, but the general playlist is pretty eclectic and features many non-mainstream artists. The CBC http://www.cbc.ca also has several jazz online streaming programs, but the station I listen to most often is JazzFM91, http://www.jazz.fm which comes out of Toronto.
Cheers!
Thank you so much, Sheryl. I’ll be sure to check out all of these stations.
Oh and Bruce, actually NOT the first time someone else has responded to you on my blog. Licia Morelli gave you a past-life reading the day before!
People don’t use the phrase “academic perversity” nearly enough. My favorite kind is when the academic is an actual pervert. I had a professor who made “Walden Pond” into something totally dirty.
What’s very weird is that I also have dreams of Phil Schaap, but I was always too lazy to find out who he is.
Thank you, Bruce!
And I forgot to mention that WKCR recently did a 24 hour marathon of the music of Laura’s former upstairs neighbor after he passed away, including four hours hosted by, yes, Phil Schaap.
Country cousin’s version:
Slide off bed one leg at a time.
Walk downstairs (I live in a house). Stair step component of morning exercise routine now complete.
Fill water kettle, thus completing weight lifting component of morning exercise sequence.
Make herbal tea.
Facebook while sipping tea.
Wander off to garden to collect veggies in basket. While in garden, nibble on raspberries, blueberries, and blackberries, thus consuming my first serving of fruit for the day.
Note I need to prune, fertilize, weed, harvest, water, and weed some more. Notice the beauty of the veggies, herbs, and flowers, thus completing my spiritual practice for the morning.
Go back inside and make and eat veggie and egg breakfast (we don’t have chickens, so we “settle” for the organic free range orbs purchased from the local food co-op).
Catch up on Facebook after that long hiatus during morning meal.
Create the schedule for the day based on the weekly spreadsheet (yes, really). This involves prioritized and categorized tasks such as household chores, communications, garden tasks, paperwork tasks, etc. I am certainly my aunt’s niece when it comes to list making.
NOTE TO SELF:
New item to add to list: read Laura’s blog.
You are definitely your cousin’s cousin when it comes to facebooking!
Your combo of farming and spreadsheeting is magic. I love everything about that.
Also I love that you grow your own free samples.
Your hood sounds ideal
Pretty much. And I haven’t even written about the fabulous junkies yet!
I’m looking at my fingertips. They look suspiciously smooth. Just yesterday, one friend said she couldn’t use the iPhone that remembers her fingerprint. Then we wondered the same thing you had posted, i.e. why old people didn’t commit more crimes. She said she wouldn’t do a criminal act because her husband, a defense attorney, had retired, and there would be no one to defend her. Maybe I’ll find some other companion to rob a bank.
Now it’s time for breakfast.
Mom, you can defend yourselves in court. Easy. Burden of proof is on the prosecution. No fingerprints, no proof – unless you drool at the crime scene. Don’t do that.
Can I have a share of your robbery loot?
Ok you asked but I’m only doing this because the first thought that popped into my head was “no one wants to hear the mainstreamy woo woo shiz today” so, you know, now it’s a challenge to my doubt mind!
1. Wake up to my daughter sleeping next to me (having come in during the night and kicking Jed out of bed).
2.Lay there deciding how best to get up and not wake her up because if I wake her up my morning routine is shot.
3. Creep out of bed, stay in pajamas, walk outside to my office, meditate.
4. Notice that while meditating I think about a lot of things. Whole story lines.
5. Try really hard not to think about things and do this for 20-30 minutes.
6. Hear my son come downstairs in the house stomping around. Calling out “Mommy? Mommy?? MOMMY!!!!!”
7. Sit through it and decide responding will just piss me off (the opposite of meditation) also telling myself he can wait for breakfast. He won’t starve.
8. Finish meditating and work on my chakras.
9. Laugh at myself for “working on my chakras” and then think “I’m Chakra-Kahn”. Laugh some more.
10. Head inside and make the kids breakfast. Feel like a short order cook. Annoyed that they always want oatmeal and then only eat half of it and then 20 minutes later say they’re hungry.
11. Tell the children they can rot their brain while watching TV.
12. Take a shower, get dressed, try to look presentable.
13. Notice I somehow got oatmeal on my outfit and wonder if my clients will notice.
14. Stay in the outfit anyway and hope for the best.
15. Take my kids to camp, school, my mom and dads – all season dependent.
16. Thank my lucky stars they go to school/camp/mom and dads.
17. Head into my office to get ready for my psychic reading clients and coaching clients.
18. Look at facebook. Look at email.
19. Get super distracted. Close my computer.
20. Open it again because I forgot to check the name of my first client.
21. Prepare for first client by saying their name out loud and seeing if I get any quick psychic hits to start.
22. Commence psychic readings.
So there you have it.
That was a long one.
xoxo
Many things to say, but let’s start with Chakra Kahn. You need to make that music video.
#13 is the best reason never to meet in person with a client.
LAURA! You are officially my latest blog crush.
My morning starts with listening to the sounds outside my apartment and trying to determine whether it’s raining based on the traffic whizzing by – I generally get it wrong.
I’m back to school next week – those little grade 7s aren’t going to teach themselves (or are they?) – so routine will be very different.
Thanks for sharing and I’ll be opting in for the
Daily Laura, which I’ll be able to read while my grade 7s are teaching themselves! 🙂
PS … my list today includes getting some cut up watermelon.
Aw. {blushes, flips hair}
Why not combine your morning tasks and make my blog the whole 7th grade curriculum?
How’d you like your cut up watermelon? I hope you got a good batch.
You Laura are a Blast to read and follow. My days arent half as exciting but with equal number of random thoughts and food related anxieties.
Thank you! I love that you spend as much time pondering food decisions.
i can’t handle it. too damn funny. eerily similar to me, minus the elevator, watermelon bit, iced coffee, key fob, farmers market, free samples, etc.
“abandon the paper.” <—— hahahahahhahaha
I think that just leaves “go to the bathroom.” But it’s so weird that we both do that. xo
Hey Laura,
My morning routine is normal (for me.)
I wake up, walk Bailey out for his pooping and peeing, check my emails, facebook, twitter, and instagram. And I do not turn on the tv or radio. Head to Tim Horton’s for a double double while reading Laura Belgray’s posts. I enjoy the silence while doing all of this.
And later, I do my daily visualizations (yes, I’m a morning manifestor)and this works.
I do hear spirit way in the morning and I just sift through it. (Ya. It never shuts off).
Since back to school is around the corner,my summer normal routine will change. I do the same routine but, drive to the school I work for. And meet and greet my students and coworkers.
That’s my morning in a nutshell.
You know whose routine won’t change? Bailey’s. His whole morning will still be 1) pee 2) poop.
That is pretty close to how my morning looks except I don’t go out of the house that early. And my day is a combination of working/facebook/email/household chore I notice needs to be done/working/email/cook something/pet my cat/working/facebook/working/facebook
Your process sounds more productive than mine. I don’t get any household chores done.
If you remember your sunglasses after walking down the one flight, do you go back up and get them? I always forget my sunglasses, and they always seem to be on the second floor of my house. Please advise.
Yes, because they prevent wrinkles. Remember, they’re not really sunglasses. They’re DAYglasses.