What's Good for the Muffins, Isn't Necessarily Good for Me
Once I finally got out of bed this morning, after pushing the snooze button three times, I started thinking (as soon as the caffeine from my bold brew kicked in), "I really hate when I do this. Waking up, even five, ten, or fifteen minutes later than I really need to makes me feel behind and therefore rushed first thing in the morning."
I hate to be rushed. I hate to feel behind. And who wants to start their day that way?
As I hurriedly re-prioritized my morning schedule, an image popped into my head. An image of me, sleeping in my bed, all warm and cozy, just like a cute, little muffin all snuggled up in it's tin. The timer ticks down, "… 3 seconds, 2 seconds, 1. Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!"
Then, the muffins well, they get a little poke to make sure they're done through and through. Me on the other hand, nobody's there to give me a nudge. I'm a grown up girl and all I have to do in order to procure another minute or two is fumble around until I find the bar, "Snooze" and hit it to gain un peu plus minutes.
Why am I sharing this image with you? Well, I guess just because the thought occurred to me, "Once I'm up, I'm always glad I am. I wish I hadn't slept in and thus messed up my morning plan."
So, what's good for the muffins isn't necessarily good for me. I need to make a commitment to waking up on time and just, in general, to doing things when I say I'm going to.
"Seize the day!" It's an old statement but oh so true. I don't want to waste any more minutes. They are so precious and few. Plus, in the grand scheme of things, I'd rather "Seize" than "Snooze."