This was supposed to be yesterday’s post.
I woke up at 5:30 in the morning yesterday. I tossed and turned for a little while until I came the realization that I wasn’t going back to sleep. Waking up at 2:30 AM everyday for work can unfortunately change the meaning of “sleeping in”.
After rolling out of bed I proceeded to straighten up a bit, then decided that I would create Sunday’s post. I am still unsure what the Sunday post will be on a weekly basis. Since I am a self-proclaimed overgrown 8 year old I am leaning towards a comic, based on the weeks adventures at work.
As I sat down to write I realized that I needed to sweep. After I finished sweeping up the floors I noticed that the table that I was sitting at needed a fresh coat of Windex. After the table was spotless I felt hungry so I grabbed a bowl of cereal (Fruit Loops, I am 8 remember), and sat down to eat it. I finally opened my laptop an hour after I initially intended to, and immediately preceded to open up my daily browser tabs. Facebook, Twitter, Gmail, CNN, and ESPN; if anything I am a creature of habit. I read through posts about the world not ending, saw that the Mavericks almost choked a game away, and read about Ocho Cinco’s trek on a bus. I then started to hear the sound of running footsteps above me. My son was now awake, and funny enough wanted to go outside to play. While my son was busy playing I grabbed my shovel and rake and continued the process of converting a sandbox in to a garden. After my son let me know it was too hot outside, we went back inside and I made him a French Toast Breakfast. My wife then woke up, and after she had her morning coffee I went in the garage to finish up building a grill. Three hours after starting a grill that the instructions stated would take 45 minutes to complete I was done, and was now ready to go outside and grill some chicken. After we finished eating I noticed that it was 6:00 PM and there was a WWE PPV on tonight (WWF for those who haven’t watched wrestling in years). I was sure I could find a live stream of the event (8 year olds still like wrestling). Three hours later Randy Orton and John Cena were still champions, Bret Hart made a rare appearance, and Jerry Lawler made Michael Cole kiss his foot. It was 9:00 PM and my bed was now calling for me (bedtime of an 8 year old as well).
The point to all this rambling is this. I woke up at 5:30 AM and decided to start writing. By 9:00 PM I had written little more then 3 sentences. I never scheduled time for myself during the day, even though I was up before the crack of dawn. If we don’t schedule time for our passions, and ourselves then we will never put it to use.
Schedule time for your dreams, otherwise you can never fully realize them as life has a funny way of getting in the way.
How do you deal with making time for what you love, and not what you like? How do you stick to that goal?