2011 and cat food.

So the holidays of 2010 met me with fluctuating schedules and work inconsistencies, on top of their general emotional rollercoaster.  I had, until that point, held a certain amount of structure and planning in my life that started with the simple act of getting up at 7:30am every morning. 

Then December 31st came, with its magical resolutions (insert sarcasm) and the promise of a great year (that part, I believe in full).  Of course, you can't just turn on a dime, unlearning all your bad Thanksgiving and Christmas habits that have become sooooo easy to carry out.  Sleeping until 10am, NOT working out and getting to my piano later in the day, when my muse had clearly moved on to more dedicated people, seemed to be the normal procrastinations.

But what could be done?

I remember in my super motivated days of 2010 (granted, most of them were warmer than these), I would take a brisk morning walk, first thing, to start blood flow and to drag me out of my sleepy eyed self in preparation for the day.  It worked wonders!  Of course, for the first week of 2011, I SAID I was going to do this, but just ended up sleeping through an overused "SNOOZE" button, and mildly attacking the day when I got to it.  This CANNOT be the way I start this year.  I have WAYYY too much shit to do.

Enter my 2 lovely cats, Cookie and Lucky, who, ironically, sleep ALL day.  Without fail, Lucky will come in at 7:30am, when my alarm rings, and meow annoyingly every 3.5 seconds until I get up and feed them.  I will do this, because feeding the cats is the right thing to do, and to stop my ears from bleeding to the horrid sounds that Lucky's vocal chords make.  But I could feed these cats with my eyes closed (and sometimes I would), and just go back to sleep in as much quiet as my upstairs neighbors high heeled shoes would allow.

*Moment of Epiphany*

What if there was NO cat food in the house?  What if walking to the store every morning would be the only thing that would stop Lucky from yapping?  That would force me out into the cold and, in turn, force the cold out of my eyes.  Brilliant!  Sure the grocery girls look at me funny because I'm the only idiot buying 2 cans of cat food a day at 745 in the AM, EVERYDAY.  And sure, I hate myself, on a day like today, when it's 19 degrees out, but I've found something that WILL get me back on track, and that's what it's about.

So what's your can of cat food?  We're always relying on the big, superb, incredible thing that will change our lives, but what's the mundane thing that will help you reach your 2011 goals?  Have you found it yet?  It's probably closer than you think.

Thanks for reading!  Oh, and thank you Fancy Feast!