I think I heard a shot
Jan. 18th, 2011 02:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ventaSo. About this new year resolution idea. I used always to make a "resolutions" post on here, commenting on my plans for the coming year and the success of the previous year... but 2009's rather ambitious resolutions failed in the face of reality, trying to buy a house, etc and I didn't bother for 2010.
And then people kept linking to posts about how making resolutions was a rubbish idea anyway, and I wondered whether to bother. I compromised with a couple of small resolutions which might make a big difference.
1. Get out of bed when the alarm goes off.
2. Spend my the duration of my train commute (in at least one direction) each day writing stuff.
There we go. Nothing earth-shattering in there. I've made a similar writing resolution in the past (at the beginning of 2008, to write for a minimum of five minutes a day). It did not result in me becoming A Famous Author, but it did result in me writing quite a lot. Disappointingly, all of said writing appears to have vanished in the above-mentioned housemove :(
I seem to be sticking to them thus far. I am churning out a page or so of text a day (that's an A4 page, with wide-ruled lines, and writing two lines to a line, for the terminally curious). Whether or not what I am writing is utter toss remains to be seen, but I work on the basis that bad prose can be improved. Churning out words is a good thing.
The scary part is the 7am alarm calls. Every working day thus far, my alarm has gone off and I have popped myself out of bed. Just like that.
A notable exception was today where I realised that, because of my evening plans, I didn't need to be in the office so early and could stop in a bed for a little bit. I dozed for about twenty minutes and then got up. Without benefit of a snooze button.
This may not seem like a big thing to some.
However, it leads me to suspect I have at the very least been possessed by an alien. For years and years I have been the sort of person who hits snooze "just one more time" until the alarm runs out of snooze, and I go completely back to sleep. Or I have to be physically pried out of bed. Or at the very least menaced severely by a third party to get up. I've always been bewildered by my early-morning attitudes; I always seem to be a totally different person when half asleep. Notably I am stubborn, sullen, determined to stay in bed, and will say anything if it will convince you to leave me alone. Any good intentions of the previous evening are not only ignored, but actually, genuinely forgotten.
So, in this case, an abrupt personality transplant seems like a good thing. It's just... weird. I have many times in the past determined to become a good getter-upper, but have never managed it except in isolated instances where there was something I really, really had to be up for (my office keeps fairly slack hours, so work has never been one of those things). But all of a sudden it's just working. Or it has been for the past fortnight. I wonder if it's going to go away again?
In the interim, possession seems the most likely explanation.
And then people kept linking to posts about how making resolutions was a rubbish idea anyway, and I wondered whether to bother. I compromised with a couple of small resolutions which might make a big difference.
1. Get out of bed when the alarm goes off.
2. Spend my the duration of my train commute (in at least one direction) each day writing stuff.
There we go. Nothing earth-shattering in there. I've made a similar writing resolution in the past (at the beginning of 2008, to write for a minimum of five minutes a day). It did not result in me becoming A Famous Author, but it did result in me writing quite a lot. Disappointingly, all of said writing appears to have vanished in the above-mentioned housemove :(
I seem to be sticking to them thus far. I am churning out a page or so of text a day (that's an A4 page, with wide-ruled lines, and writing two lines to a line, for the terminally curious). Whether or not what I am writing is utter toss remains to be seen, but I work on the basis that bad prose can be improved. Churning out words is a good thing.
The scary part is the 7am alarm calls. Every working day thus far, my alarm has gone off and I have popped myself out of bed. Just like that.
A notable exception was today where I realised that, because of my evening plans, I didn't need to be in the office so early and could stop in a bed for a little bit. I dozed for about twenty minutes and then got up. Without benefit of a snooze button.
This may not seem like a big thing to some.
However, it leads me to suspect I have at the very least been possessed by an alien. For years and years I have been the sort of person who hits snooze "just one more time" until the alarm runs out of snooze, and I go completely back to sleep. Or I have to be physically pried out of bed. Or at the very least menaced severely by a third party to get up. I've always been bewildered by my early-morning attitudes; I always seem to be a totally different person when half asleep. Notably I am stubborn, sullen, determined to stay in bed, and will say anything if it will convince you to leave me alone. Any good intentions of the previous evening are not only ignored, but actually, genuinely forgotten.
So, in this case, an abrupt personality transplant seems like a good thing. It's just... weird. I have many times in the past determined to become a good getter-upper, but have never managed it except in isolated instances where there was something I really, really had to be up for (my office keeps fairly slack hours, so work has never been one of those things). But all of a sudden it's just working. Or it has been for the past fortnight. I wonder if it's going to go away again?
In the interim, possession seems the most likely explanation.
