In the spirit of Nablopomo, a typical Monday.
Write little notes for my little girls.
Put out my clothes for work and put out my dog-walking clothes, the dog’s leash and bags.
Set up the coffee.
Set out my makeup (every minute in the morning counts!).
Set up the exercise video.
Put out my work bag, fully packed.
Pack my breakfast and lunch and the girls’ lunches.
Drop a dinner in the slow cooker, drop the slow cooker insert in the fridge.
Up and at ‘em. I roll out of bed, do a quick exercise video, turn on the water to boil and leave the house for Pinot and I to take our daily 45 minute walk.
Pour the coffee through the coffee dripper.
While I’m waiting for the coffee, I stretch.
While I’m stretching, I say something positive.
“Today’s going to be chock full of adventure.”
“I am kind and hopeful.”
“My life is filled with love.”
(Sounds weird, but it works for me.)
Then I take a shower and
get dressed and
put on my makeup and
do my hair and
the older I get,
the more time it takes.
Pop downstairs, write a quick note for James’ and put it next to the coffee. I try to set up coffee for him, because he’s coming out right behind me with two grumpy toddlers in tow.
Hop out the door and
walk to the bus stop and
take the bus to the ferry.
My tummy doesn’t handle typing on the bus very well, so it’s all closed eyes, organizing thoughts and TTBook.org.
Ride the ferry to San Francisco.
I love the ferry.
On the ferry, I check into work and answer personal emails. My work team is mostly in New York, and since I’m a morning person, it’s a win.
Walk through the ferry building to the office.
I get to walk down San Francisco’s Embarcadero, and it’s beautiful.
Squinting chilly Bay smells.
Rocket ship and cupid’s arrow.
Arrive at work.
My job is fascinating — even more so now that things have become evolvey — will personal storytelling still win out?
I’m here to try to make that happen.
I hope it will.
Walk in the door, hear the sounds of toddler splashing and a tired James.
Put the pajamas on the littles, pile on the bed for three stories, hugs and kisses and a few more trips for waters and potties.
One more online check and then it’s time to get ready for Tuesday.
Tuesday is one of my favorites.
This is how I do it, 2-3 days a week.
How do you do it?
Do you do it?