I am not a morning person.
In a world oriented towards being productive before 10 am, I am truly a fish out of water.
I don’t remember it being particularly horrible growing up, because I was home-schooled, and I am not sure my mother made us get up that early. That or I have blocked the memory. What I can’t block is the memory of her singing “you’ve gotta get up” to the tune of the William Tell Overture or something like that, so loudly and badly that I think it even gave Satan a headache. I also remember my dad saying in his best Foghorn Leghorn voice, “Boy, I said, boy, you is slower than molasses in January”.
Anyways, the point of all of this is to get past the part where I got fired from a bunch of jobs in my early twenties until I started working for a guy who owned his own business and was flexible with whether or not we started on time. Fast forward past all of that, and the part where I started my own company partly for the same reasons.
I was late for work this morning.
I was late for work every day this week.
This is not good. I am working the hardest job of my life right now. I am running my own music business. There is a TON to do every day, and to get it all done, I have to be super disciplined. I actually have an hour-by-hour itinerary set up for every day of the week, and my awesome phone sends me pop-up reminders 10 minutes in advance of every new item on the schedule. I’ve been ignoring them.
This can not go on.
This is not amateur hour. This is my life, and I want to do something with it.
Do I hate getting out of bed in the morning? Yes. Do I hate not succeeding at the thing I am the most passionate about? Yes. So I am choosing one.
You have to choose.
God give me grace.
Or as one of my heroes says… #gtfoob.