Halfway my oat milk latte ☕
My oat milk coffee latte is still halfway through, and I've already checked off lots of stuff from my to-do list. The morning sun just barely tinted the bedroom blue.
Is this really just a case of novelty?
I'm afraid that using a standing desk and playing house music while using my laptop—vibing as if I'm the one doing the DJ-ing—has made me too productive.
Is it the rhythm, the pulse, the movement, or the combination of all the blobby and sharp mechanics that exist between each?
The desk has rounded corners, a firm laminated wooden table, a Gengar desk mat which was a gift from my wife.
My laptop sits in the middle along with its inclined stand. I'm still slouching a little though, as the laptop's angle isn't ideal—but the dancing and the music help with improving that posture somehow. 🎧
I don't just stay in place, and I don't sit down. I can't. We have no chairs in our room lol.
So I end up either cleaning up or cooking in the kitchen, writing, or doing other chores on my breaks.
I'm reminded of the 5 AM Club. I read that book midway, then just fell off the wagon into more esoteric writings.
Is this part of the magic of waking up really early (4 AM) compounded with a standing desk setup?
I'm just excited and half-way caffeinated lol ☕
