My mornings are fuel for the body. They are a chance to start the day the way you want to end it; on a high note.
When my alarm goes off, it means I have the decision to rejuvenate my body, work out, make a breakfast I’ll enjoy, or sleep a bit more. More often than not, I choose to put my body to work, it sets a precedent for the effort I will put into the rest of the day.
But the mornings I’m traveling for shows, out of town, onsite, or simply, not home, I’ve often said ‘adios’ to the part of my day I considered sacred.
The environment of constant change, particularly in production weeks, usually means the looming of anxiety. What will catering be like? How will I cope with the long days? What will I do to stay clear headed? How will I cope with stress?
In years past, I gave up on routine under the belief it was not attainable.
After a summer of working shows consistently last year, awareness stepped up and pointed out my weaknesses. What sends me down in spiral mentally, what builds me up physically, and where I can find comfort in balance amidst no set routine were no longer this giant mystery.
The answer was to maintain ‘morning time’.
I’m not in a place where the anxiety of these questions will have a hand in my day to day performance. I’d rather find comfort in ‘my mornings’, with a bit more conscious planning.
I choose to wake up 30 minutes earlier to work out. I choose to walk to Trader Joe’s and pick up a few snacks catering won’t have to subside the anxiety of eating food that will make me uncomfortable. I choose to be in touch with my thoughts early in the morning and allow myself time to mentally prepare for a day.
My sacred time, despite the confusions it can propose to others, is what keeps me aware of myself and how I’m doing, something I was completely unaware in years prior.
Working in production, traveling, adjusting to new environments, it is all still new to me, I’m finding what works for me. If anything this is a reminder to myself it’s okay to continue exactly that.