Yes, that’s right.
I’m one of those people who can actually be cheerful in the morning, at
least after I’ve had a sip of coffee (before that, my language is a bit garbled
and unclear – more like grunting, really).
I can hit the ground running at 7 a.m. and accomplish a multitude of
tasks before noon. I. Like.
Mornings. I like the quiet, the idea of
beginning fresh, and I simply have more energy and enthusiasm for even
difficult or distasteful things at the crack of dawn.
This was not always the case. In my younger years, I could sleep until 2
p.m. with the best of them. In fact,
when my kids were little, my son used to have to come push me around a bit to
get me out of bed. He would have to do
this even though my alarm was screaming 18 inches from my head (sad, right?). I used to be able to carry on entire phone
conversations in the mornings while sleeping.
I know this only because others would reference a conversation we’d had
on the phone “the other morning” that I had absolutely no recollection of. Thankfully, I never said anything that
contained blackmail material. Then something
happened when I hit my mid-thirties and it all changed. Now, the sun barely peeks over the horizon
and my eyes spring open, even on Saturdays – even on vacation! So unfair…
Anyway, you would think that my being a morning person would
be a real boon for my knitting. Alas, it
is not so. Because my thought process is
so much more astute in the morning, I am forced to do other things with my
morning hours that require concentration.
Fascinating things like reading through all of the documents outlining the
annual changes to The Husband’s major medical plan so that we can make an
educated decision about our choices for the coming year. This is what I did this morning. If I had attempted to do this after noon, the
result would have been an unscheduled nap rather than an informed
decision. If there is something I
absolutely MUST get done on a certain day, I have to do it in the morning or it
doesn’t get done. This morning I also
had some phone calls to make. It nearly
killed me to wait until 9 a.m. to make one of the calls because I knew I couldn’t
call earlier than that. Yes, I am that
neurotic…
This all leaves me wondering how much more knitting I could
accomplish if I could just head straight to my knitting as soon as I’ve had
that first sip of coffee. I think my Christmas to-do list would be quite
a bit shorter at this point.
Unfortunately, each morning I find certain obligatory tasks waiting for
my complete and focused (read: awake) attention. Sure, I could slide some knitting in, for
example, while waiting on the clock to hit 9 today, but here’s the thing: once I’m knitting, it’s all over. It’s like my mind goes to “Knitland” and
there’s no leaving until I’m too tired to keep going or my guilt gene kicks in
reminding me that I really should feed The Husband at least once a day. Good thing for him I have a guilt gene.
I guess I will just have to continue to make as much
progress as I can during the hours that I am generally not as productive. Even though my intentions were good and I
stayed up late, I did not manage to get the yoke done the night before last on
the pretty top-down sweater I’m making.
I’m still 5 rows away from dividing for the sleeves. See?
This is what happens to my brain after 12 p.m.
It’s nearly noon now.
Time to load up on some coffee and hit the sticks…
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What time of day are
you at your best?
I do well in the mornings, too. That's when I'm most likely to do the cleaning chores, but I'm distracted by knitting at all times of the day :)
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