I’m often in a hurry to escape the gaggle of gossiping mammas milling around after the school run, to the welcoming cocoon of my blissfully, quiet home office.
Once my front door is shut and curtains are carefully drawn (just enough so as to allow a peek of light, but not enough to beckon in neighbours wanting a quick cuppa) I’m a fiercely, focused, mean lean productive machine. who doesn’t step back out again until precisely 3:05pm.
It did occur to me lately, however, that if I carry on like this for too long – sitting all day, every day – I won’t be quite so lean mean productive machine, as a saggy bottomed one.
As I detest gyms (with a passion), I decided I’d better try some form of exercise. Walking is free and I’m doing it while taking my daughter to school anyway, so I figured I may as well factor in a brisk walk before dashing back home.
So that’s what I’ve been doing for the past few weeks. Creating a little commute for myself from home to home, via the school run.
The fresh air blows away the cobwebs and helps me organise my day around in my head.
If you ever catch me muttering to myself like a mad woman on a mission, that’s because I’m absent-mindedly adding to, prioritising. or ticking things off my ‘to do’ list.
If I have a particularly heavy workload or a gnarly challenge to crack, that quiet time with me pounding the streets helps me sift through the best way of tackling it.
As soon as I get back from my little commute, I can sit down at my desk and type away furiously, getting down all the ideas and solutions I’ve come up with along the way.
Don’t knock it. Whatever helps you get in the mood for a more productive day, has got to be a good thing. Right?
How do you start your day?