I didn’t want to get out of bed this morning. I felt completely glued to my bed as if I was a child again and the floor would turn to lava if I stepped out of the covers. I woke up and immediately snoozed my alarm multiple times not even giving my conscious brain a chance to talk myself out of what I was doing. I know myself well enough at this point that I’ve resorted to making my alarms my backup motivation plan (see featured image):

I have a precious human life. I am not going to waste it.

It’s inspired by this longer quote that’s one my all time favorites:

“Every day, think as you wake up, today I am fortunate to be alive, I have a precious human life, I am not going to waste it. I am going to use all my energies to develop myself, to expand my heart out to others; to achieve enlightenment for the benefit of all beings. I am going to have kind thoughts towards others, I am not going to get angry or think badly about others. I am going to benefit others as much as I can.” ― Dalai Lama XIV

(This same quote hangs in two places in my childhood home)

The fourth or five time one of these alarms went off – I finally read the message I wrote months ago on my alarm clock. The truth behind the simple sentence finally registered and I got out of bed. Rather than thinking of the mountain of moments ahead of me, I started thinking of all of the little things I had to look forward to. Coffee at the Daily Grind. A beautiful walk through UNC’s campus. A sunny, hot day. Reliable wifi. I won’t go into details but today surprised me. I heard from multiple people I never expected to hear from. I helped and was helped. I learned a variety of new things and brainstormed some exciting new ideas for work. I had a refreshing and challenging workout. I made weekend plans and more moments to look forward to. I woke up. I got up. I lived. The ground didn’t turn into lava and I survived another day. The world spins madly on 🙂

 

2 comments

  1. Circumstances though different – we are kindred souls when it comes to waking up. Before my feeble old brain is in gear, knuckles drag across the cabin floor to turn on the Coleman and boil water for the tea. First sips of the brew tickle my neurons to life and soon the brain is in lockstep with my tired worn body. Wood to cut, snow to shovel but first…. another sip of that warm mind altering brew

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