I am a morning person. By “morning person,” I mean that even though it’s early and I am still groggy, my eyes are still half-closed, and any evidence of my patience is still three hours away, I am technically and legally still classifiable as a person. Some people may be able to claim this title as one who tackles the beginning of the day with gusto and enthusiasm. Those people should wait those three hours I mentioned to interact with me, or at least until I’ve had some chemical intervention.
My mornings, until recently, were wastelands of activity and the part of the day I gleefully pissed away eating, showering, and dreading doing whatever it was I was waking up for. Then the idea of writing first thing in the morning was suggested to me. Aimless, abstract writing as soon as I wake up and put my glasses on and can put pen to paper. Needless to say, my handwriting is not best at six in the morning, though I could always become a doctor with the chicken scratch I’ve been churning out at dawn.
Not long after starting this habit, the same person who recommended my new daily “chore” mentioned a site called 750words.com. This isn’t a shameless plug for this site, although I do have zero shame about mentioning them. This site simply provides a space for you to write AT LEAST seven hundred and fifty words a day, every day, for no other reason than to develop the habit of writing every day. I figured that since I was writing every morning, I might as well write constructively and in a format that will remain legible long after the crust in my eyes is gone. I also knew it would be perfect for generating ideas for my blog, or for no other reason as to get my thoughts and ramblings out of my head, leaving some room for the really important stuff, like quotes from This Is Spinal Tap, state capitals, and Simpsons trivia.
The result of my newfound routine has proven to be not only a font of source material for what I consider the greatest website on Earth, but one of the most therapeutic endeavors I’ve ever embarked upon. One of my biggest complaints is that I don’t have an outlet for a lot of my thoughts, feelings, and questions that probably have very obvious answers. Writing every day doesn’t necessarily solve all of my problems (just one would be nice,) but it literally clears my head so that I can focus what I need to accomplish, and best of all, it documents what I’m thinking and going through at any given point in time. There is definitely a lost art of journaling regularly, especially among men. Somewhere in the past century, writing shit down began to be considered unmanly we resorted to that most masculine of techniques, bottling everything up inside until it manifests itself in an unhealthy way. Or you just die.
What I’ve learned is that “getting it all out,” literally and physically putting thought onto paper (or more often, typing it onto a blank web page,) has been one of the best new hobbies I’ve ever taken on to the point where if I miss a day of writing, not just in the morning, I feel like I’ve wasted the day. Like I didn’t leave my mark on the world for that twenty-four hour period. Some addictions are terrible, with horrendous implications on one’s health, career, and family. This one has added to all three for me, and it’s my hope that it doesn’t stop there.
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