I woke up this morning wanting to go back to sleep. So I did what any responsible, self employed adult would do: I laid and lingered in bed a little longer.
I stared at the ceiling and negotiated with me, myself, and my snooze alarm.
Just five more minutes. On second thought, make it ten.
Every morning since the time change this past weekend has gone like this.
Spring Forward? Nah. I would rather Fall Back…back to sleep.
But eventually reality tapped me on the shoulder and told me to get my ass out of bed. Wake up, wake up, wake up! I have people to see, places to go, and things to do.
The funny thing about having a flexible schedule is that it can get extremely full and strangely inflexible. When you technically have the freedom to do things anytime, everything somehow ends up scheduled all the time.
Coffee and lunch dates. Bills and errands. Creative projects and emails. Zoom calls and replay streams. And the occasional attempt at being a responsible citizen.
Which reminds me. I really need to work on my taxes. Ugh.
Nothing triggers my inner child quite like taxes. My inner child does not like spreadsheets. Or receipts. Or doing math.
My inner child prefers cartoons. And snacks. And men. And naps.
Not necessarily in that order.
So sometimes my inner child throws a small, silent tantrum. The kind where I simply refuse to get out of bed. Not forever. Just long enough to protest the day’s agenda.
But here’s the thing I’ve learned about resistance: It’s rarely permanent.
Eventually the caffeine kicks in and curiosity wins. So do reality and responsibility, though I wish they would stop showing off so much.
Sooner or later, I get out of bed, stand up, and start moving. The day begins whether I am fully enthusiastic about it or not.
And more often than not, once I actually get going, things turn out fine. Sometimes even better than fine.
The conversations I was not quite awake enough for turn out to be great. The errand I was dreading takes ten minutes. The creative work that felt impossible suddenly finds its footing.
Hell, even the taxes will eventually get done.
That is the quiet little secret of resistance. In the moment it looks powerful. Dramatic. Unmovable.
But usually it is just a temporary mood.
Give it a little time. Add caffeine. Maybe a shower.
Soon enough, the day almost always wins.
And if it takes a little longer than planned to get started?
Well, better late than never.
Keep calm and get your move on!
Clint 🌈✌️
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Ha! At 80 years of old, I have the same dances each morningt that you do. The difference is that often I give in to the fight and while I get out of bed, I don't bother with any of the day's obligations and just sit here coffeeing, writing, then nap, more coffee and writing and possibly another nap. Tomorrow is soon enough for me. But no one suffers if I take the day (or week) off, no deadlines are missed, and most appointments can be rescheduled. Ah the live of an old, retired man. Love ya Clint, Fondly, Michael
Nothing nicer than turning over for a while longer, spare hand/s reaching into your private areas that only you know the pleasure switch. Things that not even your lover/buddy/whatever's know about your needs and fulfillment 😯 Unapologetically Cheers DougT 🏴🇬🇧