A Slip on My Journey: Why can’t I get my tail out of bed to practice?

It’s crazy how I can know exactly the things to do and to avoid, and yet live my life in just the opposite way.


An educated, fully functioning adult…

Go figure.

Artifact #1

Yesterday I explained to my child how my intolerance to lactose has vastly increased…

As I simultaneously stuffed pretzels dipped in pimento cheese into my mouth.

Artifact #2

My former personal trainer, who doesn’t even train anymore, routinely texts me workouts and will even check to see how I am doing.

Number of workouts done in the past month?

Artifact #3

After a full summer of faithfully practicing morning mindfulness — preparing my brain for the day to come — and enjoying the results…

I have slept until the last possible second for the past three days, rolling out of bed with just enough time to get ready, grab breakfast, and rush to work. Sure, I crammed the practice in at night or before dinner, and that’s nice. But there’s just something so much more powerful about framing the day with clarity by practicing in the morning.

Results of my refusal to do what is right for my body and mind?

  1. I spent yesterday belching like a sailor from the cheese, with knots in my tummy.
  2. I’m still holding strong at 0% muscle tone and have the energy of a woman twice my age.
  3. My focus and ability to stay conscious have suffered. I didn’t even post!

These experiments in laziness are not the first of their kind, and the product these behaviors generate are pretty predictable to me.

So, why?

  • Why do I convince myself that the sharp, smooth, and savory taste of cheese is worth the aftermath?
  • How can I not muster the willpower to benefit from the free training advice I’ve been afforded?
  • And most importantly — why, oh why, would I not keep taking care of my brain the way I have learned to do this summer? My bed is really comfy, but the benefits of morning mindfulness are so plentiful. I so enjoy the presence of mind, the ability to stay calm and positive, and the spike in creativity.

I could blame it on being back at work, since I am reacclimating to a 40 hour work week. Maybe it’s that my oldest just returned from Iceland, and I want to stay up late hearing all of her adventures. Plus, she is sleeping in the room I’ve grown accustomed to using each morning…

Or perhaps, this is a necessary part of my journey. Sure, it was simpler to be dedicated when my days were less structured, but protecting my mind against the stress of my job has always been the point. Right?

Learning and modeling strategies for keeping calm under pressure and sharing the benefits of the practice is my main goal. So, it might just be time for me to take this year’s experiment to the next level — thankful for the ease and personal epiphanies the summer afforded — but committing now to the harder part…

the transformation that accompanies trickier parts of the trail.

I just gotta get my tail outta bed.

My Year of Mindfulness in Education (MY ME) is a series of blog posts tracking my personal commitment to explore the practice of mindfulness over an extended period and faithfully record my personal and professional journey along the way.

My role as an instructional leader is the lens through which I examine the benefits of this discipline, but my larger hope is that this simple practice be adopted by educators on a larger scale and then incorporated into social/emotional lessons for use in the classroom.

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