My New Life as a Morning Person

I turn 27 in a week, and I have decided that in the 27th year of my life, I am going to be a morning person.

This decision came to me at breakfast today. Granted, it was 10:30 and I had already downed 3 cups of coffee, but still, I meant it.

In the past, I have shown a pattern of tending to get ahead of myself when it comes to making lofty, borderline unobtainable goals at the spur of the moment.

For example, running.

On a rare occasion, I will go for a run. At the end of those 2 miles, if I am not crying or bleeding, I will declare that I am signing up for a half or full marathon.

Those two miles at an eleven minute pace made me realize I actually am a born runner and can’t believe I have gone all these years not showcasing my talent competitively.

I could have so many 13.1 and 26.2 stickers on my car and I could hang the running bibs on a bulletin board in my classroom for the children to admire.

Within days, *hours*, the adrenaline and enthusiasm fizzles and I remind myself I actually don’t enjoy running at all and don’t have the talent, patience OR work ethic to run a long race.

“Go Big or Go Home” is absolutely the phrase in my head as I commit myself to large goals. Then I always go home.

But not this time. This time I am going to achieve the goal of being a morning person.

My husband wakes up at the terrifying hour of 5am each day for work. I don’t know how he does it. He gets up, makes himself an egg breakfast, occasionally unloads the dishwasher and heads to his job. With no coffee. I’ve married a wizard.

I have a couple friends whose husbands also have to wake up at unspeakable hours. My friends wake up with their husbands and spend time with them, standing in solidarity and cheer them on. These women are the true heroines of marriage.

My mornings, until tomorrow, have looked a little different.

I typically set my alarm for 6:15, and another for 6:25. Max gently suggests every night I set my alarm for 7:15 since he knows I won’t actually get out of bed until then. He suggests I give myself another full hour of sleep instead of 55 minutes of interrupted intervals. I ignore him and tell him tomorrow will be different.

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Sent this to my husband at 7:25am on a work morning. He had been up 2.5 hours.

Tomorrow is never different

Until tomorrow.

At breakfast today I announced to Max that I am going to wake up with him in the mornings and enjoy our early rises together as husband and wife.

He continued eating his eggs and toast and told me, “Okay babe” like he always does when I tell him I am quitting my job to go to  law school, never eating refined sugar again or starting an online business.

But I am going to show him and the world that I am serious this time. No more rushed mornings, oversleeping or claiming I need 10 full hours of sleep to function. One might argue that is excessive.

I am committed to my goal.

I have done enough research on goals to know you need to have a plan in order to accomplish them. Something about being SMART. Specific, measurable…etc. So I have detailed the the plan below.

My New morning routine:

5:00 am. Max’s alarm goes off and he leaves the bed. I start to stir knowing my time is soon coming. He starts my coffee immediately in the kitchen.

5:15 am: Max brings my coffee to the bed and gently coaxes me to sit up. He will use a gentle and calm, yet encouraging and firm voice.He will probably also remind me this was MY idea and his idea was to set my alarm for 7:15.

5:17 am: I drink 1/3 of my coffee to gain the strength to leave the bed. The bravest steps of my day are when my feet first touch the floor.

5:30 am: Eventually I would like to make Max breakfast, but I will be realistic in saying this is a ways away. For now, I will sit at the kitchen table with him as he eats his breakfast. I will read the Bible and obtain a new attitude for the day. Maybe I will journal. I have some weird thoughts in the morning.

5:45: Sit in the living room finishing my coffee and gazing at the Christmas tree. Reflect on the holiday season and the blessings in my life.

5:50: Make the bed and change into my workout clothes.

6:00: Max leaves for work. Jenna works out

6:45: Shower and begin getting ready.

7:45: Leave for work.

Max is a mixed bag in how he feels about my new morning routine. On one hand, he is a supportive, loving husband who wants me to pursue my dreams and passions, as ever changing as they may be.

On the other hand, he also is trying to encourage me to slowly work towards this new goal. Maybe try to only hit the snooze button once, or to be out of bed by 6:30 each day and slowly work towards a 5:15 wake up call.

I ignore his logic and sound advice and am confident tomorrow will be the start of a new me.

I am going to have so much more time in my 27th year to do all the things I wanted to do. I will change the world with the extra 2 hours I am gifting myself.

Really, I am giving myself the best birthday gift of all!

I will update you all soon; if you have any tips and tricks to being a morning person, please send them my way.

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I’ve got this situation covered.

Jenna

 

 

 

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  1. Lena says:

    My husband and is amazingly patient with me in the morning! So, he gets up at 5:00 am and goes downstairs to get coffee for both of us. When he brings it up he wakes me and after a good 1/2 cup, he starts talking to me. We have a devo/bible reading/prayer time. Then, we double check the daily housekeeping items. We call it our board meeting. My favorite time of day!! You got this, girl. (Some days, I have zero recollection of specifics that we discussed, but the peace that comes from those quiet moments carries me through.)

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