I did a post on the Hours a while back. Now I’m curious to see how my day stacks up. 

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Matins: The wee hours

Sleep.

Lauds: Dawn

I look up from my desk, take a sip of my coffee, and look out through my eastward kitchen windows at the dawn. It’s been cloudy this weekend, so the light is dimmer and not as spectacular. Still, the rising of the sun is always a beautiful thing. Lately I’ve been rising at 5:45 am to write, contemplate, and pray before my day begins.

Prime: Mid-morning

My original plans for today included heading to the gym shortly after my writing session, until I discovered that on weekends my gym doesn’t open until later. Instead, I used the morning to write—tomorrow’s blog post, my secret side project. At 10am, I stake out tickets for the upcoming NCT 127 concert in Vancouver, BC. Success!

Terce: Late morning

With tickets secure, it’s time to head to the gym.

Sext: Noon

Now I’m in the gym. It’s posterior chain day (my favorite), so I’m probably working on my stiff-legged deadlift or a deficit sumo squat. Today’s workout also includes fun ropework like face pulls and those ab accordion things, so I’m happy. I stop by the “sauna” afterward and am dismayed to find that throwing water on the burner is outlawed. What good is a sauna without steam?

None: Mid-afternoon

I take my laptop to a coffee shop, hoping to get some work done before meeting a friend for conversation. It’s not much, but I get some ideas fleshed out before we launch into wide-ranging conversation. Before we sat down, I ordered a full-caf Americano. This may have been a mistake.

Vespers: Sundown

I’m curled on my couch, watching Cadfael and feeling my weary muscles. Today has pushed my physical muscles, my brain muscles, and my social muscles. I am grateful to take time to rest, and grateful that I’ve begun to put in the work to make my little house a cheerful, peaceful place. My living room is glowing with the lights of paper lanterns and a salt lamp, scented with Rose Petal Ice Cream candle. (Yes, really.)

Compline: Late evening

Late evening I’ll have moved to my bed, nodding off for the night. My new early-morning ritual has dictated a much earlier bedtime for me—something I’ve never been able to accomplish through willpower. It seems the sheer joy of doing something I love in the morning is stronger than any willpower or discipline.