Morning Rules of Successful People...the Theory and the Practice

1. Get up two hours before your first appointment. Immediately express gratitude. Spend half an hour reading something inspiring, half an hour doing physical exercise...

I was woken up four hours before my first appointment today. There is no soundproofing to speak of where I live. When I first looked at this studio, number 8, number 9 was also empty. I asked the letting agent to let herself into next door and sing, cough, shout, clap her hands, whatever.
Which she duly said she did.
Hm...
I was woken by the Sizewell engineer next door, who suffers with sleep apnea and who bellows at early dawn from within his Cpap-mask. I reached for my Gratitude Diary: 'The Sizewell engineer goes home to Ramsbottom at the weekends.'
I read the Book of Job for inspiration. In Out of Africa Karen Blixen wrote that her farm workers saw God in terms of both Job and Tales of the Arabian Nights - as a richly imaginative being. I want to understand what she means so I'm reading both. So far in Job I've been struck by a verse saying that God has poured Job out like milk and curdled him like cheese.
For my physical exercise I did ballet practise. I like to check from time to time that I can still do those solos that in performance would constitute showing the audience the bottom of my purse (i.e. that only come off when I'm at my flukily jammy best) so had a crack at the Black Swan Pas de Deux.
It was so bad I had to borrow money from the front row.

Tomorrow's Rule will be: Getting to Your Foremost Task.

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