I used to be an early riser no matter what time I went to bed. This Sunday past I got up at 7:40 a.m. I got to church at 11:00 a.m. Late as usual. Who does that? I bet you do sometimes. Late for absolutely no fathomable reason. I can reason it out, but of course, it will still make no sense at all.
I wake up, and my body is yelling at me “No getting up, NO getting up.” Ironically, part of the Sunday school lesson was about each part of the body working in tandem to accomplish anything; and understanding that no part is more important than any other. I can attest to this, physically, although that lesson was about the spiritual body of the church.
It takes a good half an hour for my physical body to get on one accord and the muscles and synapses to agree that the rest of me could rise, shine and give God the glory. When that was all okay, my mind was in some other place. By the time I got my mind, body and soul together it was 10:04 a.m. That left me an hour to get myself and two kids ready for church.
I wish I could say I jumped up and into action. I don’t “jump” anywhere because that pisses my fibromyalgia off. I gently rose and awakened the sleeping children and urged them into readiness. That is my story and I am sticking to it. I did manage to get to church before it started, because our service doesn’t start until 11:00. I am usually there at 11:30ish.
This is getting to be more of a norm than I want in my life. Procrastination with extenuating circumstances. Becoming accustomed to the changes in my body and adjusting for them isn’t easy for me. I am a writer – I write after my kids are in bed, sometimes staying awake until early morning hours. When the pain and aches won’t let me sleep I get up and write. One of the 3 medications I do take is a night time medication, which has a kind of sleep hangover effect. Unlike the song, it’s not the sweetest hangover.
My challenge is to work on adjusting my work schedule and sleep schedule. In the next few months my plan is get to bed earlier and wake up earlier to get the day started. Basically, I want to put my body in a different schedule that will help me be on time in the mornings. Now, that is not going to help me with other areas of procrastination with extenuating circumstances, but it’s a start.
Oh, by the way? Fibromyalgia sucks!
Do you procrastinate, or have any extenuating circumstances that may cause you to rethink your schedule or the way you do things? How have you adjusted? What tips do you have for me? I can’t wait to read them…