5am. Five o’clock. In the morning. That’s what time Jeff Goins wants me to get up tomorrow and start writing.
It’s to do with believing in myself, he says. To do with acting on that declaration I so easily and glibly made yesterday.
It’s alright for him, he’s got a brand new baby in the house. He’ll probably be up at that time anyway. I wouldn’t; I’d still be tucked up snugly in my warm, cosy bed, dreaming warm, cosy dreams and, most importantly – not being awake!
Is he crazy? I wouldn’t get up at that time for…for…
Well…OK, maybe I would. I’d get up at that time if someone in my family needed me. I’d get up at that time if my work required it. Let’s face it, I’d get up at that time just to catch a plane to go on holiday. So why not to write? Why not for the one thing I’ve been longing to do for so many years? I’d do it for things that matter to me, and if this matters, I guess I’d better start acting on it.
A good friend of mine often says ‘We organise to that which we prioritise’ – you can tell what really matters to you by looking at where you spend your time. Sleep matters to me. But so does the dream of being a great writer, so for one day I’ll put the latter first and make a commitment to the dream.
It is only for one day, isn’t it Jeff…?