First Things First


Turning to a prompt from BlogHer for tonight’s post:

What is the first thing you do every single day (I mean, after you hit the snooze button)? When did that step in your routine begin?

This one is almost too easy, as anyone who knows me outside the internet knows — or at least suspects — the answer to this one: I grab my phone. First stop there is the NPR app, so I can stream the news. Next, I either play whatever Words with Friends games came in overnight (sometimes really good words pop into my brain before its fully awake) or I take a spin through Facebook or Twitter, depending on how much time I have.

The question of how much time I have doesn’t depend, as the prompt suggests, on how many times I’ve hit the snooze, as I don’t ever use it. In fact, I am almost always awake when my alarm goes off, and in the rare instance that I’m not, it puts me off my game all day. (It’s seriously, impossibly disconcerting and I just can’t recover from it.)

I don’t usually wake up much before the alarm — usually just five or 10 minutes, so I don’t have a lot of extra time. Occasionally, though,  I’ll wake up a half hour or so early. This never, ever translates to my getting ready any earlier; it’s like my body simply knows I’m gonna need more time than usual to adjust to the idea of being awake.

Once I pry myself away from the phone and out of bed (a process that generally takes a half hour to 45 minutes), I move on to the most critical element of the morning: coffee. Because without that, there is nothing else.

When did this become the order of my morning? I don’t really know. Not more than five years ago, I don’t think, as smartphones didn’t do enough (like stream the radio) for it to be the one-stop shop for a morning routine. I do know that, in my pre-iPhone life, I filled the same 30-45 minute time frame with the snooze button, so… maybe this is better? Or at least it’s good that I’m consistent?