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After all that hype, I still just got busted for being about an hour late today.

Sonofabitch.

next time, gadget! next time!

As I half suspected, I failed to chronicle my failures and successes at morning times for the remainding 15 days. It is now about a week past the last day and I don’t remember significant failures or fantastic successes.

Except for one day: I don’t remember which specific day it was, but I had a definite sense that I was losing control of the mornings. I had woken up quite late. I think I still made it ‘on time’, but not to the extent I had been hoping.

Otherwise, the remainder of the days were average successes. I was not exceptionally early, but I never missed any meetings and made it to everything I needed to make it to in the mornings, which was my real ultimate goal. So success.

However, since I’ve stopped pressing for it, I’ve seen myself slipping. Today I returned from a short vacation and was not able to get in here as early as I should have. 10am. A bit too late. Tomorrow is a new day. This will continue to be an area of effort. But now I don’t have to record about it online anymore. For now.

Day 14 : Tuesday. Felt like crap when I woke up around 8am so worked from home. So I was up and succeeding by 9, so win.

Day 15 : Wednesday. There is a phenomenon in my life labeled “Tuesday Nights” which is a glorious weekly meeting of minds, hookah, friends, and beer. Right now, I would not trade it for anything. Unfortunately, this Tuesday led to some great conversations that kept me up very very late. But I made into the office by 10. Technically a failure.

Tonight, I need to go to bed much before midnight. Should be very doable.

Am I really going to keep this up all the way through 30? I think I have to.

Day 7 - here at 9:04. Felt good, but the meeting I was supposed to attend appeared to be cancelled.

Yesterday, another habit I’m trying to break won, and it has reminded me that I really like the feeling of not being ruled by a habit.  The feelings of defeat and disappointment are much better to do without. And I’m not discouraged; it’s just a downer to see the progress you’ve made destroyed temporarily. You have to start all over. Again. When other things ride on the progress, it’s worth it to succeed. Immensely.

And these jeans are dirty and it’s bugging me.