Vision Revisited

Here's the update on my new year's plan, redefining myself with "I am a writer" and "I am an athlete."

How's "I am a sloth" and "I am an owl." Both of those would be far more accurate. I've been getting up at about 5 a.m. for almost 2 weeks now, figuring I'd get used to the early hour and cherish the time for write a work out.

I also believe that there are elves at the North Pole named Sparkle and Twinkle. At this point, the elves are more likely than that I'll ever be functional at 5 a.m.

I have been up, in a state that most zombies would recognize. I'm beat and barely cogent by 9 pm, and heading to bed when Beth does, at least many nights. But I'm still zombie-fied the next morning.

The basic idea is good, I think--changing how I define myself. But I suspect that the modus operandi needs tweaked. I'm too brain dead all day long to even consider Plan B.

Sleep might help--and not setting the damn alarm to play the Star Wars theme in my ear at 5 a.m. Maybe tomorrow I can explain Plan B...