What is it about coffee that makes us feel better?  I wake up in the morning and the first thing I think about consuming is black coffee.  Okay, I actually drink a large glass of water first, but coffee is next up, for sure.  Anyway, I get really annoyed if anyone in the house is awake before me.  I want to be the first up so that I can have enough time to brew and drink my first cup, without any disturbances.  And this cup must be a thin-lipped China mug.  It’s not the same if it doesn’t come in this vessel.  I am a very sociable person – one could call me too chatty at times – but I need to be in a position where this is actually possible.  If you catch me before I’ve achieved this period of solace, you will find yourself face to face with a bitch glare and grunting.

I did some research into why this might be the case.  Why must I ‘coffee’ before I ‘person’ – bare with me while I use nouns as verbs, please.  I got the idea from a photo on Instagram and it made me smile.  Never has there been such apt words written before my eyes 😉

So, the research…..to my horror I have been wrong all along – we should NOT be drinking coffee as soon as we wake, apparently.  Every searched result I’ve found on Google says that I am drinking coffee at the worst possible time.  Apparently, I should be waiting until nine or ten o’clock.  Apparently, our cortisol levels rise when we wake, giving us the kick in the backside that we need to move along in the morning. By drinking coffee right away, we are doing our systems are disservice.  It turns out that coffee suppresses our natural cortisol production (that doesn’t sound good), making our bodies reliant on caffeine (well, I knew this part already!).  For those who don’t know, the cortisol hormone is produced by the adrenal gland and is released into our blood system in response to stress and low blood-glucose.  Cortisol also plays a role in the way our immune system functions; how we metabolise fats, carbs and proteins; bone growth; blood pressure control; and nervous system function.  Bottom line: cortisol is essential and I am interfering with my body’s natural source by drinking coffee when I get up.

So what do I do now?  How am I to ‘person’?  How do I make it until mid-morning without speaking to anyone?  I don’t live on my own – I have a husband and two children.  I expect them to have manners when they come into the kitchen and say “Good Morning”, so I need to be able to return the courtesy.  They all ask a million and one questions in the morning too:  “Mummy, can I have scrambled eggs?”;  “Mummy what’s going in my lunch pan?”;  “Mummy, my brother won’t stop hitting me.  Why can’t he stop?”  The list goes on.  How am I going to do this?  Without the coffee????  Should I make flash cards with generic answers?  That could work.  I mean, the conversation is pretty standard.  But what if someone goes rogue?  One son is at that curious age (6), asking questions that lean towards a full-on ‘Birds & Bees’ explanation.  And now I find out that I must actually shut down my need for coffee first thing?  I must delay the craving?  I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to put my mental health first in this case – I must ‘coffee’ before communicating.

I’m reading Shonda Rhimes’ book Year of Yes: How to Dance It Out, Stand In the Sun and Be Your Own Person.  Basically, her life was boiling down to all work and no play.  She was saying No to all invitations and proposals that did not involve actually writing her scripts and going in to work for production.  (Please note that this a very simplified explanation of the premise of her book)!

What I believe is wonderful about this book is how she comes to recognise the reasons she has allowed her life to become what it has and her sheer determination to change things for the better.  Sure, you might well be thinking that her life as one of the most successful TV writers could not have become better, but I implore you to read the book and see for yourself the transformation that took place when Shonda Rhimes started to say Yes.

This book resonates with me because I too became the person who would decline many invitations, or worse yet, I would accept them and then call on the day and apologise that I would be unable to attend.  Now, I do have a legitimate reason.  I have an autoimmune disease that does make me feel pretty crappy most of the time.  However, I began to feel cut off from the world a few years ago – like I wasn’t contributing in any way.  I am not saying this in a ‘poor me’ depressed way.  It was a matter-of-fact.  I was missing out and that did not make me feel good.  I have never been a social recluse and yet there I was being exactly that.  So when I turned forty a few months ago, I decided that I would start saying Yes to social and fun things.  I began to feel alive again – like the old me.  My best friend from birth even bought me a new coffee cup for Christmas – it says Life of the Party on it, because that is what she has always known me to be.

Equally, I began to realise that I had been saying a proverbial Yes all along, but to the wrong things.  I was tiring myself out on ridiculous tasks and projects, doing too many things which went unappreciated and unnoticed at times.  Not that I need thanks for anything that I do for others, but the stuff I was doing was unnecessary and was in no way really making any difference to anyone.  I was simply keeping myself busy, rather than resting in bed when I should have been.  This business was making me say No to the fun that was waiting for me.  This business was tiring me out so much that I could not even enjoy the bedtime ritual I have with my sons every evening.

Even though I have many friends and family who have been pointing all of this out to me for quite a while, there is one friend in particular who constantly pesters me to RELAX – I’m sure she knows who she is!  She tells me all the time that I cannot do everything.  She is right, of course.  However, I promised myself that I would start saying Yes to certain things, so that I am doing.  What I need to ensure is that I do say No as well.

I am missing my first dance class today.  I don’t mean that this is the first dance class which I have ever missed – gosh I’ve missed decades of dance classes, if that’s the case.  What  I mean is that this is the first time I’ve committed to doing a regular dance class and I have to break that commitment (my youngest is sick) – on the first day!  I feel terrible about it, because my commitment involves other people and I hate to let people down.  I also have to cancel a play date this afternoon and a sleepover tonight.  That’s a lot of people I’m letting down – and in a single day too.  Annoying.

During the week of Christmas, I was all kinds of late with plans. Not terribly so, but like a half hour or hour here and there.  It added up, it involved others and it really bugged me big time.  My nickname should really be “Previous”.  You see, I like to be so organised that I would technically have the time to twiddle my thumbs in between tasks.  It’s just the way I’m built.  Oh, and it helps me not to stress out over the small stuff in life.

Over a year ago, I started writing a novel – Young Adult Fiction.  I have completed it several times, always changing things as friends and critics have read and reread it.  I have even sent off submissions to many literary agents (so far no one has picked it up – but I have in no way lost hope).  I need to change the ending.  Well, more like I should continue on from my ending to a better and more complete one.  Yet, I have been stagnant.  It’s not because I don’t know how I want the story to end.  I actually do.  However, for some reason, I can’t seem to find the energy or the will power to do it.  Very unlike me.  The truth is, the longer I go not doing it, is the harder it becomes to get back to it.  I am beating myself up over it because I had a plan to have it completed by now.

The point I’m trying to make is that there are countless things we should have done, or could have done, or would have done had some excuse not come conveniently our way.  Some of us might feel terribly guilty about it, useless at times, even, so we make New Year’s Resolutions.  How many of you made a fair few last week?  How many have you broken already?  Feel shitty, don’t you?  Well, DON’T!  Seriously, what and where is that going to get you?

I saw a post on Instagram this morning – the implication was “Don’t make New Year’s Resolutions”.  So I thought about it.  The person may well be onto something.  What if I didn’t plan out my life in such detail?  What if I let go and simply say what I’m going to do today?  I don’t mean one shouldn’t make arrangements for work, or your kids’ school life, or even dinner with friends.  What I mean is, what if I (and you, if it applies) were to let go a little (okay, a lot) and stop trying to make promises to myself?  What if I were to wake up each day and decide how to plan that day alone?