After a wild weekend, of my Granny’s 80th birthday party and my nieces’ drool all over me and a stomach churning hot Sunday morning outdoors, I slept a bit late this morning.
It happens.
I eventually rolled out of bed eager to get my morning routine going, which centers around an unapologetic cup of coffee. And something to write on/with/about. And a bit of quiet at our banquette.
I’ve flirted with this routine for a few months now and didn’t realize it’s importance until this morning.
My coffee-maker was distaster stricken. Unbearably unusable. So, no coffee for me. Ok. That’s fine. I can get creative and get moving without this bit of the routine.
But I never sat down to my kitchen table to do my creative writing and reflection.
And I never even ate breakfast, except for a piece of Granny’s sour cream poundcake, which she knows I love so much that she only sends me home with a fraction of a whole pound and strictly warns me that if I don’t share with Drew it’ll make me fat. Yes. That’s my Granny.
Granny’s voice is echoing in my head. And my eagerness to jump-start my right brain and get some serious creativity flowing on this Music Monday was at a near stand-still by 10am.
So what do I do? I go to the local grocery store and grab a 4-pack of Starbucks Mochas and some salad and salsa and hummus and declare this day to be healthy and lively and full of potential just waiting to be met.
I come home absolutely convinced of the importance of having a creative routine, type this out to remind you and me both, and then hit publish.
And yes, you know it, go sit in my kitchen and sip mocha and write.
Good morning, blog-world. Go get you a fierce morning routine and work it. Rule it. Live it.
yum….. mochas and hummus.
Indeed.
I hear ya. My Monday routine was rocked off it’s world before I rolled out bed – 1-1/2 hours late (late being 7:30 instead of 6:00). And, no coffee either. Being 1st of the month, I had to cut HPP payroll, and the new parallels desktop upgrade has screwed up printing, so all my checks came out wonky. Spent so much time trying to fix that, I wasted all my AM time, missed b’fast w/ my wife and kids (who apparently woke up, had b’fast, and left for the gym w/o my ever even seeing or hearing them!), and missed my elliptical time. Urgggggggg.
Thank God for Friendly Express and my 20-ounce cup.
You’re having quite a day, Fred! And 20oz? whew. Thatsalottacoffee.
Often coffee is the sole reason I get out of bed.
(This makes my life seem horrible. It’s not. Promise. I’m just NOT a morning person.)
Today, with a coffee mishap of my own (I forgot to clean out the carafe the night before so I accidentally overfilled it) and the inability to get into a productive groove, I find myself craving the routine I’ll start in a few weeks as I begin graduate school and hopefully find interim work. It’s interesting to realize routines are complex things made up of moving parts and if one of them doesn’t function properly, it throws us off. Recovery from these kinds of things is not my strong suit. But these can be moments where we learn to improvise and restore the process in more than just a bailing-wire-and-chewing-gum kind of way. Mandy: Sounds like you’re well on your way to a good rebound from today’s events. May you have a productive rest of your day.
Finished editing a song that will hopefully be recorded soon. Wrote a blog post out of sheer inspiration (rare these days) and have three new song ideas to play with this afternoon.
All in all, I’d say it’s turning into a pretty decent day!
Sounds like a successful bounce-back! Glad for you! As strange as it may seem, maybe jarring the routine cleared out the ‘cobwebs.’ Way to go!
ha! I think you’re right!
In the summer, my morning routine consists of waking up and watching up to 5 hours of TV sometimes. And by that time it’s not morning anymore. It’s so hard to get into any routine in the summer, which is probably why my relationship with God is suffering rite now.
Oh Tay. Summer is summer. And youth is youth. Don’t be so quick to grow up. The early hours will claim you eventually. Enjoy the TV for now. But use it to keep your imagination and creative eye alive.
And don’t forget to say your prayers at night. 
i’m more of a social coffee drinker. i don’t have a morning cup of coffee, unless i’m sitting around visiting with my parents early in morning. weird, huh?
today was my first day changing my morning routine (Yikes!) so far the day is going pretty good and i’m functioning with the change.
Hi!!!
Not weird at all. Probably a good thing, Jessica. I think the less coffee, the better. But I’ve given in to my addiction-prone muse-needing personality. Do what I gotta do to get the art out. Right? Enjoy that new routine! I hope it takes you to amazing places.
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I love my morning routine! I feel if that gets interrupted I’m in a bad mood the rest of the day. Zero productivity. Probably need to be more flexible and go with it.
you define determination.
I can’t not, Tam.