Monday mornings
Becoming consistent and sticking to routine
5:45 am Alarm
6:10 am Out the door
6:30 am Train to London
7:30 am Spin class
8:15 am Get ready for work
9:00 am Coffee and sit down at my desk to work
My Monday morning has looked like this for the last two to three months. But it really begins around Sunday afternoon the day before, snuggled on the sofa watching tv where a mild panic sets in and I start to think:
shit, I haven’t ironed any work clothes for the week ahead
or
why didn’t I buy some ingredients to meal prep lunches this week
I have to add that this really is a mild panic as I’m never quite panicked enough to tear myself away from my Real Housewives of Salt Lake City marathon.
My ideal weekend would consist of a Sunday spent pottering in the house, nipping out to buy coffee and maybe breakfast, then cooking at home; getting cosy - lamps on, blankets out and a documentary at the ready. And I’m not prepared to give up my Sunday to start the working week any earlier.
I’ve never been someone who is good with consistency, sticking to a new routine is something that does not come naturally to me after week or two. But I’ve decided I really am desperate to turn into one of those people whose lives are structured and habitual. Someone who can fit exercise, a full time job, a social life AND a clean house into their everyday. I’m thirty two years old now, and I think my new Monday morning routine could be a bit of a turning point for me.