those days when for one reason or another, or maybe even for no reason at all, you just can't face waking up.
If you're anything like me and your executive function is more of a malfunction then you'll undoubtedly know what I'm talking about. I hate waking up, and I hate it even more when people purposefully wake me up. I also suffer from depression which means sometimes, I just can't face the getting out of bed and will do almost anything to not have to. On those days inertia wins and I simply wait it out.
Those other days, the days when I have to get up, when I have to do the grown up things that even I can't escape, I have formulated a plan whereby I trick myself into feeling happier about getting up than I really am.
Having tried the "setting myself up for success the night before" kind of stuff that makes me want to hurl myself at my own wall, I eventually realised that in order to really shake those start of the day blues I had to come up with something a bit more "in the moment".
I'm astoundingly good at visualising my perfect day before I go to sleep, and when I do I feel almost saintly as I force myself into my fitful slumber. Have I ever woken the next morning and followed through? Of course I haven't. If I had I wouldn't be writing this!.
It was Freddie Mercury that initially saved the day. My first, and to this day most effective tip for getting yourself out of bed when you would really rather fester beneath the duvet is, get yourself an exceptionally good morning song and have a bed dance. My song of choice is Don't Stop Me Now by Queen. Admittedly I have to listen to it at least twice all the way through before I've even half prised my eyes open, and then a couple of more times before I'm boogieing in my pit but it gives me the push I need.
By about the fifth round of don't stop me now I've almost convinced myself to start, and by this point the bladder is well and truly at optimum capacity. If I'm still at odds with myself and resisting being an adult (and the urge to pee), I go on to play a little game I like to call," just the next three thing"s…which for me will inevitably be… having that pee, making a cuppa and smoking a cigarette. But it's ok, it's all movement (of sorts) in the right direction.
The need to get cracking in the morning fills me with unadulterated venom. And my morning routine has been adapted to both ease me out of my fuck the world and let it burn mindset and to ensure I pose no danger to the public should I come into contact with them should my burn the world frame of mind fail to lift.
Honestly, on a good day I may have done nothing more than that, and I still count it as a success. I find myself very easy to please.
I've reached the stage where I don't battle with my lack of impetus very often anymore. But when I really need to, these are the things that more or less, get me going.
Of course once up, keeping the momentum going is another thing altogether. Sometimes those first of the morning tactics that set me up, only actually set me up for the pee, the tea and the ciggy. There may be a vain attempt at opening the emails, a gentle scroll and a deletion or two of something very unimportant but that's a whole other blog post waiting to happen.
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