After having a kid, my morning routine went out the window. I’m usually up late getting her to bed, catching up with work, and spending time with Olga. Then, I sleep to the last possible minute (and maybe a few minutes longer).
This morning, the sun was shining brightly through the window and something compelled me out of bed. I’ve knocked all but one major to-do off the list and am sitting in a quiet house, sipping coffee and checking off the last one.
Doing the work in the morning takes just as much time as in the evening, but feels good. When I leave it to the end, it’s on my mind all day. Now, it feels like the weight of the world is off my shoulders and I’m free to enjoy my day.
I’m not sure I’ll keep this up, but I’m definitely going to try.