For years, my day starts earlier than most, at around 5:45 am, yet I don’t shuffle into work until after 9 am (or later) each weekday. My wife, who works with me, has become accustomed to the behavior, as have my colleagues.
I go to the gym and then read the news over breakfast while out, perhaps I’ll shop a bit―and I take my time. I’ve found this deliberate act of taking my time is more effective than joining those who run to a four-walled yoga class for a prescribed hour of tranquility.
It appears I’m not alone. I recently read a Wall Street Journal piece that spoke on “the power of slow mornings.” Starting slow is said to provide a foundation for productivity that prepares for the oncoming workday.
There’s even a World Institute of Slowness, based in Norway. Their vision statement involves “a new way of thinking about time. Our aim is to slow the world down to create healthier, happier, and more productive people.” I second that!
For years we’ve been experiencing an ever-wound up world; the arc of mobile technological innovation isn’t helping things; people are generally going nuts as they stumble through their day. A slow morning movement appears to salve the sharp edges of today’s society. For me, it has worked wonders in fostering a creative spirit and sense of self-assuredness.
Do little, gain focus.