On not climbing Mt Everest

I decided that if I’m going to spend anytime online, I may as well try to focus some attention on this blog and writing rather than watching youtube and wasting time. I haven’t touched this blog for a long while, but I don’t care. I’ve had no reason not to write. There’s no reason to write and no reason not to write. So what to do?

Today I was walking my dog and started to have a small panic attack because I could not handle the cold wind and snow blowing in my face anymore. For some reason this winter has seemed extraordinarily long and it’s really getting to me. Everything has been covered in ice for so long I actually can’t stand it. I wish I had a dog who hated the cold and who just wanted to go out, do his business, and get back in as soon as possible. But no. I have a tiny dog who loves snow and who will still demand an hour walk even when the temperature outside is mimicking that of the death zone on Mount Everest. Speaking of Mt. Everest. I recently became pretty infatuated with the idea of climbing it. (Did you know that there’s a sherpa (Kami Rita) who has summited Everest 22 times?) I was reading about what goes on up there and it all sounds really awful and yet, kind of enticing. Then I go outside for 30 minutes when it’s winter and snowing and I remember how much I hate being cold and snap myself back to reality. I’ll just say it in writing so I can get over it… I’ll never climb Mount Everest. If I tried I honestly believe I would die 100% for sure.

Here’s the view from my apartment balcony

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Doesn’t it look dismal?

Anyways so that’s an update on me. It’s cold here and I haven’t climbed Mt. Everest.

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Alarm woes

What do you do when alarm clocks actually don’t work for you anymore?

Everyday my alarm is set to go off at 7:00 am and everyday at 7:00 am my subconscious either hits the snooze or outright dismisses the alarm without my consent. I swear to god my body will hit the snooze 15 times without my ever having noticed it. I have trained myself to be immune to alarms over many many years. What to do about this?

I have tried changing up the sound. I regularly set new and excitingly obnoxious tones and songs in the hopes that one will be annoying enough to properly wake me up, but it doesn’t work. I’ve tried putting the alarm across the room and setting multiple alarms, but none of these things have been effective enough to stir me. Fortunately I mostly work afternoons and evenings so until now it hasn’t mattered much if I overslept, and generally I get to bed fairly early so I’m mostly awake at 8:30 or 9 which isn’t too bad. The problem is that in the coming weeks I have been scheduled to work at 7 in the morning which means I need to be up by 6 at the latest and that’s quite the jump from 8:30 or 9, you know? I prefer to run off my own biological clock. Now I’m scratching my head wondering how on earth I’m going to manage to wake up before the sun, which I hate. I seriously HATE when I wake up and it’s still dark. It feels wrong.

I remember once I had to leave to get to work at 4 am and man was that ever a disaster. I had to set my alarm for 3:30 but I was too afraid to sleep in case I overslept so instead I just stayed awake the whole night and spent the entire day exhausted and grumpy.

I follow this guy on instagram whose handle is Before5am. His tagline says “Success starts before 5am,” and I think there must be some merit to that so I’m always keen to read his thoughts on the subject. Recently he wrote a post with tips on how to wake up early and he offers some really solid advice like listening to music first thing, looking at your goals, using motivational images, or playing motivational videos… all of these things sound great. My struggle is that I don’t ever have that moment of consciousness whereby I can implement any of these strategies.

I’m the girl that needs the alarm that’s not really an alarm but rather a pair of robotic arms that come out of the wall in the morning and tip the mattress over to spill you onto the floor. I think that might work. Or every morning a pack of puppies is released into my apartment to wreak havoc and chaos. I’d get up for that, too. I’m sure we could brainstorm plenty of ridiculously innovative but impractical alarm scenarios like these, in fact we should.

In all honesty, though, I think it’s a smart habit to wake up early. I’d really like to get in the habit of waking up at the same time everyday. Do any of you have any tips for this? It would be great to have a proper morning routine. Wake up, write for a couple hours, post on the blog, enjoy some chai, then go to work. It would be very classical hipster, which I love.

Thoughts? Suggestions?

 

 

The award for most disorganized human of the week goes to…

I think I must be amongst the most disorganized of humans. Honestly some days I wonder how I even manage to wake up. Do you guys have days like this?

For example, this last Sunday my boyfriend and I decided to make an impromptu visit to Canada’s Wonderland (which turned out to be the best ever decision), and half way through the day I received a text from one of my friends which read: sorry I don’t think I can make it out tonight…

I scratched my head for a moment and then I remembered we had made plans to go see a monologue slam. Good thing she cancelled because I wouldn’t even have remembered to cancel I’m so disorganized.

and before you say it, I know what you’re thinking: Why not use a calendar?

Well I do. In fact I have an agenda that I use, a phone calendar, and a flip calendar which I keep on my desk. The problem in this last example is that I didn’t write our date in any of these.

I did, however, manage to write down a doctor’s appointment which I scheduled earlier in the week for just this morning. Last night before I went to bed I looked at my flip calendar and said to myself okay, don’t forget your appointment tomorrow morning. The appointment was for 10:30. At 11:30 I finally looked at my calendar and had that self loathing oh shit moment. There it was written clear as day: Doctor’s appointment @ 10:30.

So what was I doing that was more important than making it to my doctor’s appointment, you may ask?  Making pancakes. Yup, fluffy pancakes and maple syrup took priority over finding a family doctor. Welcome to my brain. The fact that I missed this appointment is made 100 x worse by the fact that it’s literally the second time I missed it this week.

That’s right, I’m so scatterbrained lately that I forgot about the same appointment twice in the span of 4 days. The original appointment was for 10:30 on Monday, and at 10:35 I had the oh shit moment and called them right away to reschedule it for today. Sigh.

I’m writing this quickly before meeting some friends tonight. At least I’m remembering that. On my way out of the apartment I spent literally thirty minutes looking for my keys which I ended up finding in the pocket of the sweater I wore this morning when I ran late to the doctor’s office.

Once I returned a sweater to the Bay 3 years after it was given to me as a Christmas present. And yes, they did take it back.

The other morning I prided myself on only hitting the snooze button 7 times before getting up.

Is there a pill for this? Do any of you have any suggestions? I need an app on my phone with a hand that comes out and hits me upside the head to get me on track. This is why I’m such a minimalist wannabe. If I have nothing, then I will lose nothing. But I suppose even minimalism won’t help me remember doctor’s appointments.