Well hello, hello, I smugly say while twirling my overly large handle bar moustache. Week 3 going strong and your girl is hella proud of herself!!
Interesting news, I may not have to live on campus, I've started enrolling for school, and I talked to the big Keith! Whoop, whoop! A week of so many eventful things! In other news, Caroline is here for a couple of weeks so that'll be fun.
Today's post may be short, depends on what my noggin has to say on our topic today.
Miracle mornings.
My first time hearing this term was when I was out with a couple of teacher friends I made from my main school. One of them said that her current goal for the new year was attempting something called the "Miracle morning" which involves following an acronym called S.A.V.E.R.S. -- Silence, Affirmations, Visualization, Exercise, Reading, and Scribing. We had this conversation near New Year's Day and after coming out of a slump from last week and putting my life in order, I had decided I was going to act like the self I wanted to be. My future self.
I got this urge after way too much time on Youtube, the common culprit of inducing self-change, and seeing so many people doing what they always wanted to do caused me to want the same.
So, what exactly am I doing or changing? I broke it down into two routines, one in the morning and one at night. By filling in my day, it helps curb my appetite, both in the literal and figurative sense.
In the mornings, perfect Anisa would wake up around 2 hours before she has to leave. So 6am. Then, she would oil pull while reading a poem and journaling about it in Korean. She would then brush her teeth, do some morning stretches, around 10 mins, then get ready for the day. After, she makes breakfast and while eating, she reads a book from the large amount she can't stop buying. After eating, she puts her dishes in the sink, swishes her mouth with water and pops a mint before going for a leisurely 30-40 min stroll. She meditates and thinks about her day before heading back home, grabbing her stuff and heading to the bus. Fin.
My goal with this morning routine is 1) stay off my phone and 2) do all the things I keep saying I want to do on every resolution list I've ever written. The craziest part is that when i do this, it works. I feel great, don't hate my life, and feel very prepared for the day. But it depends heavily on the previous night. So my night routine is as follows:
In the evening, perfect Anisa goes to the gym after work or school, takes the bus home and after dropping her backpack or bag, goes for an hour long walk. During this walk, she, again, meditates, simply thinking and being alone with her thoughts. Then she returns home, where she prepares dinner to cook while she takes her million - step shower and face routine. As soon as she finishes, dinner is also prepared and she eats while watching an episode of her current favorite show. After putting her dishes in the sink, she proceeds to clean up her apartment lightly, putting things where they go. She brushes her teeth, stretches a bit, and prepares for bed with a book in hand and her phone far, far away from her bed. And Fin.
Perfect isn't it? I read, I journal, I stretch, and I stay away from my demon phone. I've attempted these two routines for the past 3 days and it feels nice. I'm always tired once my head hits the pillow, consistently hit 15k steps, and sometimes the sweet treat monster talks to me but because of the routine, I don't have time to respond.
By giving myself a concrete lists of tasks, it also feels doable.
Now back to the title. Miracle Mornings. I informed one of my teacher friends of these routines and she called them my Miracle Mornings. And I guess she's right. We don't know how sustainable it is, but as of day 4, it works. It fills my time with things that feel generative rather than monotonous, dooming, or empty.
As I told John, recently, it is now in my hands whether I become smarter or dumber. And I hope you, dear reader, also know that it is within your ability to change your everyday circumstances.
Butttttt....like I said, it's only day four. We'll see how I feel on day eleven.
Love ya muchos xoxo
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