I am not a vampire, and other bedtime stories: New Years Resolution #1
With the new year comes the inevitable talk of resolutions. Statistically, everyone knows resolutions are pointless and no one ever keeps them up, but if we don’t – then we will continue as before.
If you want your life to be different, you have to do something different. Isn’t that the definition of insanity – doing the same thing over and over and getting the same result? Didn’t Ghandi say that? Or was it Bjork…
So with that in mind, I’ve been working on my list for the last few weeks. There’s nothing new on the list really, but I’ve tried to break down why I’ve failed in previous attempts.
*Insert quote about learning from mistakes, reach for the stars etc blah…*
When I was beginning my list, a lot of them revolved around the standard giving up junk food and getting up off my ass, but in reality – past stumbling blocks have really been about how my lifestyle was incompatible with health.
I am a complete vampire – I stay up so late, so I eat late. I’m constantly late, because I woke up late. My lateness seemed to be ruining any chance of getting my shit together.
If I was an island, I could just sleep during all the daytime TV hours and work at night and things would be lovely. But, since I live on this earth with all the last buses and dentist appointments to adhere to, any time I need to be up before 3pm I’m tired and late and in a rush constantly.
Being in an eternal state of ‘tired, late, and rushed’ is not conducive to living my life to it’s fun-est and being a confident, sparkly, creative woman. It’s also terrible if you want to make any changes in your life. You are too tired to try to make the difficult life changes you were up late last night planning. And so the cycle continues.
I’d like to return to the normal waking hours. I keep reading about how Productive People Get Up Insanely Early, and I want to play too!
So in order to implement all of my elaborate schemes for world domination, the first stop is to go to bed early. Easier said than done, but luckily my dad got me a Sonic Bomb alarm clock to help combat my difficulties in peeling myself out of bed in the morning. I’ve been a little scared to try it so far, but I’m optimistic, and I’ll keep you posted.