The Morning. The start of a brand new day. A stretch of time full of promise, possibilities and wonder.

You spring out of bed. “Up and at em…” A couple of naked shadow boxing minutes in front of the full-length mirror and you are on your way.

Or not?

 width=Recently I stumbled across a book called What the Most Successful People Do Before Breakfast by Laura Vanderkam.

I have to admit, curiosity got the better of me and I was keen to know, what is it that these successful folk do before they hook into a bowl of fibrous cereal and skim milk?

So I did a little digging and was surprised by what I found. I got particularly stuck on one aspect, which was “Picture the Perfect Morning”. When picturing MY perfect morning, it would look a little something like this.

I would wake up naturally and drink a coffee in bed while reading the paper.

I would then rise up, stretch and pop on the scales to find I had lost 5kg without even trying.

The kids would be in their school uniform, eating breakfast that they had sorted out themselves. The schoolbags would be packed and sitting at the front door along with my car keys and handbag. My husband would then appear from folding a load of laundry and tell me to go back to bed, as he has decided to take the day off work so he can go on the Year One excursion to the Zoo.

It is all very simple. I do not want for much.

But if you were to follow the suggestions outlined in What the Most Successful People Do Before Breakfast, it would look quite different to my version of a Perfect Morning.

So I decided to give it a go.

The author urges you to start your day by reading through a religious text, any religious text that will help you reflect on human nature and history. So this morning I read through my own religious text, that being the Ikea Catalogue and found out that I could not decide between a Fillsta or a Maskros for my bedroom. So much for successful… First part FAIL.

Ok, so the perfect morning continues with training for something big, or getting on a big train. Or something like that. I cannot focus much because the next tip is to bang out some craft with your kids.

Now, I am a bit allergic to doing craft with the kids, let alone on a Tuesday morning so I get them to colour in their homework sheet while I have a coffee and catch up on the news. It counts. I am sure it does.

So I still have not had breakfast because there are some other things I need to do for my professional growth before getting my vegemite toast on.

The first is to Strategise. Use this time to imagine what your career looks like. It is quite difficult for me, as I still do not know what I want to be when I grow up, and I refuse to rule out being a finalist on Australian Idol anytime soon. So I practice a bit of singing in the shower.

Read articles. Now this I can do! But on further investigation, it is not Who magazine or the gossip pages in the paper. I am supposed to read professional journals and reflect on people’s research and strategic thinking. I would not even know where to find such articles. So I read the back of the Herald (while I still can).

And lastly, I am instructed to participate in an online class. So I put in a few bids on eBay, as it is kind of like a class. A mathematical class based on skill, probability, chance and luck.

Having put myself through the author’s suggestions for morning enrichment, I felt nothing apart for the need of at least two Tim Tams and a revisit to the Ikea Catalogue.

So to recap, here is a checklist of things you should be doing to be successful.

*Read a religious text

*Train for something big

*Do craft with your kids

*Strategise in the shower while singing Whitney Houston

*Rekindle your love of eBay.

Then, and only then, may you eat breakfast.

What does your perfect morning look like?


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 width=*About Mrs Woog: “I can be found in the laundry, folding laundry, sorting laundry and dropping off the dry cleaning. I am mum to two boys,  boss of my husband and master of a cat and two guinea pigs. Come nightfall, I watch TV while tweeting which drives Mr Woog insane. I like to read cookbooks and eat out. During my waking hours I ferry kids around in the Mazda while drinking takeaway coffees and listening to talkback. I think about going to the gym every day. I used to work in the publishing industry before I realised it was nothing like Elaine Benes from Seinfeld made out like it was. Now I write this blog. And I never get writer’s block. It is a gift I have.”




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