Cyndi Lauper keeps me company while I get ready for the day. Together we sing about our hat full of stars. I think we might cry a little, and I'm not sure why.
I multi-task, cleaning my contacts while doing silly exercises to slim down my butt. Twenty-five leg lifts for twenty-five seconds of rubbing solution onto my contacts.
I can't stop singing while I do it, and then I discover something new: I can visualise numbers. I have never been able to do that before, not while doing anything else.
So we sing together, Cyndi and I, and we cry and clean our contacts and visualise numbers while exercising. I feel rather productive, doing all that stuff at once.
Now I won't have to take time out of the rest of my day to cry or meditate or sing.