January goal: get up at 6 am every single glorious day

was very difficult.
Feeling very emotionally frail and sorry for myself at the moment for a variety of reasons, and spent a good ten minutes lying in bed thinking thoughts of doom and gloom, that life is so unfair and that I might as well go outside and eat worms, except even that dubious pleasure is denied me in this unfeeling, snow bound, wormless wilderness.

Then I shook my fist at the sky in mock anguish, and the absurdity of it all meant I would have laughed at myself if only I hadn’t been in such a torrid mood.

But I got out of bed anyway (6.13) and walked up the hill and back, and then had a good cry all by myself so no time for yoga, but at least I was dressed when I did it. Nothing worse than an tear and mucas slathered pillow first thing in the morning.

Then I got to work and had the interminable “welcome back to work” speech from the mayor, and finally I got back to my desk and had a nice soothing cup of jasmine tea and a quick rant in my notebook.

After that I went and dug out my omiyage (custard and chocolate pies – one day I’ll teach the Japanese the meaning of the word pie, i.e. the inclusion of pastry), and tried to look a little less sullen. One should always try to look less sullen when distributing ill-named confectionary.

And hey, while typing I have just been accosted by a co-worker, and just managed to crack my first J-joke of the New Year. Perhaps it is a sign.

Not sure how much of this entry was in any way relevant to the 6am goal, other than the fact that I (sort of) did it in spite of a terrible mood, but who cares! At any rate, I’m off to eat my strawberry custard not-pie.

Earlier this year I went through something of a crazy getting up early revival fest. I was up at 5.30 every day, no questions asked. But since winter has come I have found myself slipping. Some days I manage it, some days I don’t. It’s dark outside, and cold, and walking through snow chills the feet.
But I miss getting up early. I miss having time for my walk – even if it cold and dark and chilly outside – and for yoga, a moment to centre my thoughts and which I rarely have time for anymore, and not having to scramble through breakfast and such.

So it’s back to the 30 day super getter upper challenge in order to break back into old (good) habits.

Hurray!!