Morning Rituals

Each morning I sit at the little table in my kitchen and I do almost all of my correspondence for the day.  (Hint: when you call it correspondence rather than email, it sounds more official.)

Craig seems to have this idea that I spend all my time on Facebook or reading other peoples’ blogs.  But lately, there is no time for those things.  Just… no time.  So I answer emails as succinctly as possible without sounding clipped.  I almost always fail at that.  I’m not conversational enough.  Too down to business, or so I am told.

I’ve heard from too many actors that my notes are almost exclusively areas for improvement and almost never notes about what they are doing right.  I am working on improving this habit of mine, because when I receive notes in a similar manner it is deflating.  Even if I can recognize the value in its directness and efficiency.  Being criticized every day over and over again is challenging.  And so I am working on this habit in my emails too.

So, I sit at my little table and I think “Well, I better have some oatmeal today.”  And then I pop a piece of bread in the toaster and have some peanut butter toast instead.  And coffee.  Of course, coffee.

The sun pours through my window each morning. It is so bright and direct and hot in my little seat that when Henry comes in to visit me, he can only stay for a few seconds at a time.  He screams NO and covers his eyes and then runs out, laughing, to return to his waffle and sausage.

By the time I am done, the left side of my face has reached an umcomfortable level of warmth and I am sort of desperate to get away from the hot seat.  I close my computer, walk into the living room to begin the long day that occurs far outside of this laptop and am greeted by a  distinct drop in temperature.  Almost a cool breeze.

How do you start your morning?