Starting next week, I’ll be teaching a beginners intensive series which meets at 6 am (SIX AY EM!) Monday-Friday. Dear god. Not only to I have to be awake by 6 am, I have to be lucid that early. Lucid and articulate, even. That means I have to get up at 5-ish to pull myself together enough to teach at 6.
Now, the thing is I don’t mind getting up early- – I even consider myself something of a morning person. But I’ve become very strongly accustomed to my routine of waking up at 6:30, stumbling out the door to start practice at the shala at 7:00, coming home to have breakfast and coffee at 9:00 or so, and not talking to anyone until that time. I enjoy my nice, quiet mornings. No major interpersonal interactions until after the caffeine kicks in.
I’ve been setting the alarm to wake me at 6 sharp, so I can start to adjust, and I end up sleeping even longer than usual! I am so exasperating to myself. Well, Monday morning will be do-or-die, so I’m sure to get up on time then. And then I’ll start adjusting. So what if my students think I’m cranky and weird for a little while? They wouldn’t be so far off. . .
P.S. Sorry for not writing, Z. It’s just that nothing interesting happened for two weeks. Plus I was putting off reflecting upon my teacher training. Then I just decided not to reflect and instead write about what I want to write about, which I like much better.