Finished sweating!Yesterday I looked at the calendar for today and realized I needed to be rolling well before 6, to take my son to meet the bus for a field trip. Since I know me and the way I work best, I backed this timing up to the unwelcome realization that my alarm would have to go off at 4:30.

So by the time we hopped out of the car, ay 6:02, I had done a couple of workouts, showered, dressed, and even made my coffee.

A friend was there, dropping her son off as well. “Did you really get up at 4:30?” she asked me. “Yes. It lets me start the day off well – on my schedule.”

We chatted for a few minutes, and looked at each other with some surprise when the bus rolled away at 6:15. One or the other of us commented, “In middle school, there’s no way they’d have left before 6:30.”

My son and I had talked about this on the way to school, wondering aloud what time the bus would actually leave. He was worried we’d get there, 2 minutes late, and find the bus rolling away. I pointed out that that was pretty unlikely, that if the bus needed to leave at 6 we’d have had to be there about 15 minutes before. But anything was possible, I suppose.

It’s a respect thing, though. If the bus had not left before 6:30, that’s disrespectful to all the kids and parents who got up and were there at 6. Holding the bus for latecomers as a matter of course means that people will arrive later and later, which is not honoring the schedule set.

I can go on and on about this. But the main point for me, sitting here at 7:07 am with my coffee, is that respecting time is a way we can be a part of a community. That community can be a community of one (me, getting my workout even if it is some ridiculously early hour) or a community of tens (arriving to the bus on time, and the bus leaving on time.)

Being timely, being respectful of your schedule and that of others? Small notches in the badass belt. But every notch counts.

Lists, or what I learned from Frog and Toad

My day tends to fill itself up. I wake up at 5 for my workout, fully intending to get the three hundred things on my DO list all checked off by the end of the day. How is it that come 9 pm I’m yawning and completely discouraged? I checked off five things but added seven more. It feels like a backwards race, only I have to move forward. There are a couple of ways to tackle this, or at least a couple I’m currently focusing on. One? Put fewer things on my list. Or conversely, add more – but make them smaller items. “Brush teeth” becomes “Brush front right molars” “Brush lower front teeth” ad infinitum. I could spend all day making my list and NEVER get through any of it.

I’m reminded of Frog and Toad (remember the kids’ book?) when Toad made a list. That list was blown away and he sat down defeated. He couldn’t do anything because he KNEW that chasing the list wasn’t on the list, and he couldn’t remember what else was on it.  Frog helped, or tried to. He chased the list for Toad. And finally, he just sat with him. Until Frog remembered, as the sun was going down, that “going to bed” must have been on the list – to which Toad perked up, agreed, and they trotted off down the road to tuck Toad into bed.

I wonder if he made another list the next day.

At least Toad had put the very important things on his list. Which brings me to what exactly goes on the list. I can add things like “make coffee” or “go to sleep” but those are fillers, procrastination and time wasting even to put them ON the list – I know I’ll do them. Nope, I think what I need to concentrate on is putting items on the DO list that absolutely, completely HAVE to get done – and might not stick in my head or feel critical. Things that will move my life forward, get me closer to my goals

If my list has three items on it each day, three important “oh I don’t want to do that” goals? And I get them crossed off? I’ll feel like a badass.

Heck, if I can MAKE such a list I’ll feel like a badass. Time to get rolling.