I am not a morning person and sometimes, I think I might not be an afternoon or evening one either. It takes all my “can” just to get out of bed in the wee hours to start my work day. For months, I’ve been telling myself and others I need to get in a morning workout in addition to my evening one, but it rarely happens. At six or seven o’clock in the evening, I’m sometimes ready to work out, but at six or seven o’clock in the morning, I’m not ready to anything that involves being outside my bed. For me and countless others, the struggle is often in just getting there. Every work day morning, I stumble out of bed, wait for my eyes to wake up, which usually happens about fifteen minutes AFTER I open them, shower, moisturize, dress, do something with my hair, maybe put on some makeup, then make the mad dash to the car to get to the train station. This morning, I got on the elevator and a coworker commented, “You look like you don’t want to be here today.” I had to tell her, it isn’t the “being here” that’s the problem; it’s the “getting here.” I had to acknowledge the way the latter is the crux of my ongoing battle with procrastination.
Oleta Adams made is sound so simple when she sang, “Get Here” and was even kind enough to list all the various modes of transportation one could take to make the arrival a reality. Unfortunately, my body doesn’t seem to respond to her kind of cues. Most of the time, I’m excited about, or at least mildly interested in, my social plans. I look forward to linking up with folks I enjoy while listening to some good music, dining out, or having a few drinks, but for some reason, I have all the trouble in the world getting there. I want to go, I’m excited about going, and I know I am going for sure, but there is always some sort of inner glitch that makes the getting there feel like I’m walking through three feet of mud whilst carrying a hundred pound backpack full of bricks.
I can’t help but think most, if not all, of this issue is mental. If I start prepping two hours before I need to leave the house and during that time I am distracted by dishwashing, clothes folding, and tub scrubbing, it occurs to me I am purposely sabotaging myself, leaving me late to arrive at my destination. I never have the same fervor for cleaning as I do when I’m supposed to be doing something else. Somehow, I doubt I’m alone in this.
Ultimately, I find with anything, the biggest challenge is getting to it. Whether it’s getting in a workout, going to the grocery store, or getting to dinner on time, being there is pretty straightforward, but the getting there is where the hard work is. I don’t want to spend the rest of my adult social life “on my way” or “running a little late,” so right now, I’m working on getting there more often. I don’t want to miss anything.©