I like my sleep, rather I love my sleep. Most days feel like I could sleep the day away. Unfortunately this doesn’t promote productivity – all it promotes is the desire for more sleep.
This morning I woke up early – way before my alarm clock was due to go off. I rolled over in anticipation of returning to my unconsciousness. No luck. I thought about just staying there or getting up. Thankfully I chose the latter.
I quietly snuck downstairs to my studio. I knew my time was limited so I decided to do some prep work on my torch and pulled about 10 feet of good ribbon cane for use later on. From there I was able to fold a load of laundry and put a load in the washer and eat breakfast.
I arrived at work early and still full of energy. I have tackled projects previously pushed aside and am now looking forward to returning home to see if I am still in productive mode.
The peaceful darkness this morning made me think I have been going about my creative endeavors the wrong way. After work I am tired, as a mother I have issues to deal with like dinner, homework, bath time, bed time and collapse time and THEN creative time. By the time I reach the end of my list there isn’t any creativity left even though I long for that release. Creating “me” time causes anguish with my Skybaby so I let her rule my evenings – she will be small only once and I need to enjoy this stage of her life because she will be a teen like her sister before I know it.
So, my new plan is to awake early every morning while the rest of the family is sleeping to see how productive I can be. Wish me luck!