A few weeks back I would have laughed and said no ways! Now, I know that it can.
Just to be clear – I’m not talking about car smashes or connecting with God for the first time. I’m talking about the humdrum of normal life. You know – the parts that never make it into novels… feeding the dogs and shaving your armpits, that kind of thing. Not convinced? Check out these scenario’s and then we’ll talk again.
Scenario # 1:
5:25 I get woken up with tea. I sit semi-comatose in the dark, sipping the warm liquid. It helps to wake me a shade beyond snoring.
5:40 a stagger zombie-like to the kitchen to slap together lunch for the small people, help them find a ridiculous number of lost things and help the smallest, grumpiest person in the house to get dressed and ready.
6:20 usher them all out the door with much hugging and love you’s and 0h-poop-I-forgot-my-sports bag/homework/to kiss the cat.
Note: at this point I am still pretty much asleep.
After that follows brekkies and all the stuff that ladies do to make themselves feel acceptable for human company.
7:30 I finally sit down to write a few words before heading out the door.
Scenario # 2:
5:00 My cellphone sings me an irritating ditty and I try not to smash it.
5:01 I stumble zombie-like down the passage to the shower. This actually transfers me into the state of compos mentis.
5:20 I find clothes and brush hair. My hubby brings me tea. Thanks to the above-mentioned shower, I’m actually awake enough to read my Bible while I sip my tea (with the lights on).
5:40 I make lunch and find lost stuff and get the short-grumpy person dressed and moving.
6:25 Wave them all off feeling awake enough to actually mean it when I yell out “Love you!” Put the washing and the dishwasher on to do their thing.
6:30 I sit down to write.
A whole HOUR earlier. Isn’t that amazing? 20 minutes of sacrificed sleep buys me an extra HOUR of writing time. Isn’t that just insane? The loopy part is, it actually works. I’m 1/3 of the way through my current novel after spending months whinging about not having the time to write.
Small shifts can make a huge difference. 20 minutes a day have changed my life.
How crazy is that?
Is there anything you can rearrange in your life today that will make such a dramatic difference?
I’d love to hear your story.
Pssssst! Just between you and me, I fell over this article by Barbara O’Neal today called The 20 Minute Win which totally proves my theory.