Sometimes we just need some motivation... Happy Monday!
Get out of bed, you lazy bum.
Words I should post over my bed, so that they are the
first things to greet me when I wake up. I should also post them on the wall
next to my bed, just in case I wake up facing the wall. And I should post them
on my closet door, just in case I wake up facing the closet. Really, I should
make them the alarm on my phone, so that they ring in my ears first thing in
the morning.
Get out of bed, you lazy bum.
Harsh? Perhaps. Not a gentle nudge or a pleasant, “Time
to get up, dear,” but when it’s Monday morning, the dream was sweet and the
sheets still smell like Snuggle, those words could be a necessary jolt—a shock
to get the blood flowing and a challenge to prove them wrong. I am NOT a “lazy
bum.”
I must get out of the warm sheets, because if I lay here
and make excuses—
“My body needs the rest”
“A couple more minutes won’t hurt”
“I’m still exhausted from yesterday”
--I am everything I claim I am not. I cannot accomplish
things when I am unconscious, and man, do I have things I want to accomplish.
There are dreams that I have when I am awake, more precious, more valuable and
more extraordinary than the ones I have when I am asleep. And these dreams will
not just pour out of my mind into being. I must act. I must do. I must…
Get out of bed, you lazy bum.
There is no doubt that sleep is good and necessary. And it
is not out of a lack of respect for my body that I say these words to myself.
It is out of recognition that I am great, can accomplish what I want to, can
stun, amaze and achieve--that I am worth the discomfort of opening my eyes,
worth shaking the soreness from my muscles, worth the seemingly endless trek to
the bathroom. I am so much—can do so much—and I must prove it, not to the
world, but to myself. I must earn my
rest at the end of each day, sleep with the satisfaction that I did all I
could, and the only way I can do this is if I
Get out of bed, you lazy bum.
