Spring Forward

This morning we sprang forward by an hour. I took this opportunity to sleep less than usual. Perhaps that seems counter-intuitive but connecting back to the morning on a sleep schedule that accquaints me with the dawn. This morning I rose to take advantage of hours that many people (including myself lately) ignore. By the time the sun came up I had taken two items off my todo list, eaten breakfast, and even wrote my first set of productive and freeingly creative morning pages in a long time. And just after sunrise I headed out for a 5 mile trail run, free from pressure to make the day a productive one because it already was. There are times when I consider myself a morning person, I have decided it is no accident that these coincide with periods of great productivity. It turns out that being a morning person is not a state of being. Morning enjoyment is simply a biproduct of making better use of my time. When the evening comes my focus dwindles and continuing pressure of an unsatisfactory day can lead to huge swaths of wasted time. Those hours spent surfing the internet to no particular purpose, or watching too many episodes of a television series on Netflix. They rob me not only of themselves but more importantly of free hours in the morning when I might be productive.I read a post this week from Craig Jarrow at TimeManagementNinja.com on the subject of working while others sleep. Its a very simple idea, and one thats been around at least as long as the Puritain Work Ethic. “Early to Bed Early to Riseā€¦” and the rest should come as no surpise. But still I think it bears repeating and Craig did a fine and inspirational job of it, you can read his post at: http://timemanagementninja.com/2012/03/why-you-should-work-while-others-are-sleeping/
Why not seize today’s opportunity of resetting your clocks to reset your sleep cycle to maximize your own most productive hours? What do you do to maximize your best hours?

A Week in Need of Nowhere

There has been a lot on my plate in the last week. Even though I’m sure this was not the case, I feel as if I have accomplished very little. In point of fact I had more social engagements over the last week or so than I am used to and had much less to obsess over needlessly. Then there comes the question of my work. I have not been able to finish a new poem as I had plans to do, and (quite discouragingly) I have hardly been able to begin one. Meanwhile plans for Monster Box are moving forward however slowly. The lion’s share of my Monster-attention Has been going toward building the website. With my limited education on the matter, this is slow going but its lots of learning.The real frustration for me lately is a (quieter now than at many times before) feeling that I am not where I ought to be. Geographically or artistically. I want to be in Virginia and getting down the the boots-on-the-ground work of starting Monster Box Theatre and Artists’ Collaboratory but I am here in New York for now. I WANT to get back to writing common-sense, humanist, political poems that sing like a Get-up Stand-up anthem to incite smaller voices that are home to bigger problems. But my writing hand is possessed only of a deep, slow, dogging, lonliness. One bright spot has been in literally not being in the same place as I was a moment ago. I posted last week about how running makes me feel more centered and positive. And since then it has been one of the only things that is really working well, I’ve run almost 24 miles this week and my stride is always feeling better.
I think some people are simply predisposed to feel this way. Stagnation comes to us quickly. We feel most at home when we travel away from it. I have in the last few years lived in several places. Campus apartments in Newport News Virginia, a notably small New York City apartment in Astoria, and a suburban home here in Kings Park. But regardless of how cramped or comfortable my living quarters, I am challenged by a will to be somewhere, anywhere else. In college I was one of those Library studiers. And the only one in the library at 9 and 10 am on Saturdays. I guess I have a thing for public solitude. Airports are my favorite, and interstate reststops! Travel is great at tickling my lust for public solitude. Solo road-tripping is nice but sleepiness can be scary, thats why airports are my favorite. In a pinch, giant chain establishments, even very well executed ones are perfect. The sheer frequency of Starbucks makes its psuedo-quaint appearance become totally faceless and thus a perfect stand-in for the more considerable nowhere of an airport or reststop. There is something about the blank _nowhere_ of these places that makes finding a direction and inward inspiration much more attainable. This is one of the reasons I love to run, in the woods, by myself, because of its freedom and blankness and undirected nature.
Perhaps its time to take a trip and get back on task. Even if that trip is just a couple of miles around the park. Where do you feel most awake and pointedly yourself?