I was thinking this morning, as I hit the snooze button for the second time, that my good and bad days are determined by one key event: getting out of bed.
To be more precise, getting out of bed when the alarm actually goes off. For the first time.
It’s psychological and also physiological. If I get out of bed when I’m suppose to at 4:45am I have an immediate sense of accomplishment. I did it, I got out from under the covers! I can do anything!
After that I make coffee and get on the treadmill. I’m taking care of myself, increasing my metabolism, burning calories, and waking up the engine that will power my day. I can listen to Bill Handel and his morning crew and nothing makes me smile like an irreverent cynic with great sound bites. He’s an equal opportunity offender and I am in love with him.
I pound out two miles, sometimes I even run for some interval training, and I’m good to shower and beautify. Then, with the extra time, I can make my lunch and fix myself a couple of boiled eggs. I can safely and cleanly eat these as I drive to work. As everyone in LA knows, you have to multi-task when you drive or it’s a missed opportunity.
All of this happens while the children sleep. I’m alone. I’m uninterrupted. I’m self-indulgent while still being responsible. It’s truly the best feeling and tees me up for a productive day. Sometimes I even have time to accessorize!
Mind you, I’m having this epiphany while continuing to hit the snooze button.
You know, maybe every day is too big a reach. Maybe I need a day off so my muscles can recover. I heard that somewhere. So every other day might be more realistic. I could live with good days 50% of the time.
And that’s about the time I notice I’ve “overslept” about 15 minutes and now I’m late.
But it’s totally worth it because of the invaluable epiphany. I can’t wait to see what my epiphany will be tomorrow.