It’s good to get into a schedule again, even though I’m not quite used to waking up at 7:00 am yet. I haven’t been on schedule for more than a year. I had such a light load for my two semesters of university that I could basically wake up whenever I wanted to every day. And then there was the summer, when I took four months off to relax and could stay up till 7:00 am talking on the phone (good…good times). Next was four months of looking for a job and not finding one, which ended up being a good thing or I wouldn’t have been able to spend a month in Hong Kong.
Not having a schedule is like having only one course a term. There’s not much motive to get work done, and everything is put off to the last second. Being on a schedule makes me more productive. I actually don’t mind doing chores and errands, eating regular meals, even doing the dishes. The order and regularity is a nice change from the amorphous life I’ve been living for the last little while.