First Impressions

We have all heard the saying, “You never get a second chance at a first impression.” And first impressions are certainly important. It is difficult to break the initial perspective we have of someone or something. A negative experience early on can leave a residue tainting any subsequent interaction. It is why we try so hard to make a good first impression when we meet people, because a bad one never quite wears off.

For the same reason, it is crucial to have an intentional and constructive morning routine. You have never met this day before and it is imperative that you start this relationship on the right foot. If your initial interaction is tainted with negative experiences, it will likely leave a harmful residue on the remainder of the day.

A blaring alarm clock is already a rocky beginning. Then checking the emails from the office reminding you of all the work you must do later, including the meeting with Bad Body Odor Guy and Shrill Voice Lady, do not make it much better. Opening up the social media apps that seem to highlight the ignorance and arrogance of all your “friends” does not help either. Later, you flip on the news and learn about all the awful things happening in the world. Then it is a rushed breakfast during which you cram a bunch of processed carbs and sugar into your body. Right after that you jump in the car and must look out for all the idiots on the road while you finish applying your makeup and eat the last few bites of your breakfast burrito.

Does any of this sound familiar? Is it any wonder we struggle sometimes to have a productive and positive day when it starts off like that? We must learn to take control of our mornings, so the day does not control us. You never get a second chance at a first impression, so start your day off right!

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