Some days it is just hard to get out of bed.
Today is one of those days. I did not sleep well. Yesterday’s thoughts are still burdening my mind even though I have vowed that today is a new day. I awoke frequently, but my hair is testimony to hard night in the sleep department. If I wake up with hair that I can brush and go – great night of sleep. Today, I look like I have played beauty shop with a four year old, and I was the client.
It is now past 8:30, and I should have walked the dog, showered, grabbed food for lunch, and headed out the door. Instead I am blogging in an effort to get past the fact that it is hard to get out of bed. Perhaps, if I get out all out of my system now, I can focus on what needs to get done and possibly even have a productive day. Perhaps, if I put this all down “on paper,” I can feel that the world at large has empathized with me. Then – when the people at work look at me funny – I can think to myself, “Deep down they understand.”
And they do. On any given day in the office where I find myself from time to time, one person is having a day where it was hard to get out of bed. Only one of my co-workers is a self-proclaimed morning person. She smiles at the rest of us as we drag ourselves in at seven minute intervals between 8:30 and 10:30, but she has been there since 7:30 and is never late. The rest of us rely on some kind of caffeinated beverage to get us through to lunch. Once the combination of coffee and lunch kick in, productivity starts – around one o’clock. Many of my co-workers work well past 6 p.m. because they have finally hit their stride.
Getting out of bed can be pure torture some days. The pillow is perfect, the bed is perfect, and the covers are finally kicked into the proper place for a perfect warm-cold ratio. I find that all of this perfectness happens around 5:30 – just about the time that I wake up and go to the bathroom. When I crawl back into bed, I feel warm and comforted…and want to stay there for quite a bit longer.
Like maybe all day.
I have often wondered what would happen if I just stayed up for the day then instead of going back to bed and then fighting with my alarm clock to be up and out the door by….sometime. I know that the first few days would be really rough as I would struggle to shake my brain awake into functioning. But eventually – on some morning – I probably would be smiling like my co-worker. I would need to ensure that I could be back in bed by 9 or 9:30 p.m., but that could be a good thing too. It is dark by then; my body wants to sleep by then. Instead of sleeping, I push myself to write just one more email, watch just one more episode, or read Facebook just one more time.
There is little do in the morning in our society, but there is plenty around to keep us awake at night. That could be the problem. Or perhaps what I focus on in the morning that is the problem. Perhaps if I woke up and did all that I should (exercise, read Scripture, breathe in the calm of the day), I would truly be more productive for the rest of the day. ”Night life” activities do not really appeal to me anyway, so maybe it would be best to become a morning person.