I debated with myself about whether I should get up so early. I won the debate. It was just before 3:00 a.m. today when I got out of bed, pulled on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, slipped on my flip-flops, and began my day. Now, almost three hours later, there is a hint of dim light in the eastern sky and I am working on my third cup of coffee.
Some of the stress associated with our impending move has abated, having learned that everything is “as it should be” with regard to closing on the sale of our house. But I blame the remaining stress of the move for my inability to stay asleep beyond 3:00 a.m. It has been seventeen years since our last move and twenty-five years since our last long distance (read: out of state) move. And this move will be a little like moving twice; first to a temporary, furnished house for a month until we close on the next house, then on to the next house. Most of our belongings will be held in storage for the intervening month. Just planning what we’ll need during that month is a chore. But, stressful or not, we look forward to the move. It will be the start of a new experience; I’m ready for that!
The morning rituals with which I have grown so familiar will give way to new ones. I’ll no longer sit at this desk early every morning; I’ll spend my early hours in a different chair, at a different desk, probably at a different computer.
It’s interesting to think about how little changes might impact my routines. For example, the master bedroom in the house in which we now live is separated from the kitchen by a small hallway and a large living room and breakfast area, so I need not be too concerned with the noise I make in the kitchen waking my wife. In the house we are buying, the kitchen is very close to the master bedroom. I wonder how my routine will need to change to ensure I don’t disturb my wife’s sleep when I get up each morning. And I envision my morning routine at the keyboard taking place out on the deck when the weather permits, instead of in my “study.” Fortunately, I am comfortable with change…at least I think I am. Time will tell whether my confidence in my ability to adapt is well-placed.
I am looking forward to changing my morning routine, but anxiously awaiting the time when my new rituals become routine.