Artist's rendition of the birds that wake me up every morning.
So a friend asked me to help with a goal-setting/accountability exercise. I decided this would be the perfect time for me to work on some things that I had been trying to make happen in my life.
Every week, I have to check in with her and tell her how I've done the previous week on sticking to my goals. First check in is today.
I decided to keep things simple. I want to make writing a priority in my life, not an afterthought, squeezed in after the million other things I need to do in a day. So my goal is to get up at 6:00 a.m., at least five days a week, and sit at the computer and write. And I've done it. Getting up early is the easy bit, in no small part due to the fact that I have three bedroom windows and my room is flooded with light by six in the morning. And where there's light, there's birds. Thousands of them, singing their hearts out, and tormenting the cat who lets me share his room.
My only problem has been that I still am not going to bed early enough to get my eight hours, or even my seven hours. I keep meaning to get to bed on time, it's just that it hasn't happened yet. But eventually, exhaustion will win out, I'll fall asleep at ten and all will be well.
