As a kid, I sprung to my feet the minute my alarm went off. While most parents complained of having to drag their kids out of bed, mine complained about me waking them up in the morning. I was always bright and chipper, well-rested and ready to go to school or wherever I needed to be.
Then, in college, I discovered the snooze button.
The snooze button is the physical manifestation of our worst instincts. We hit it for temporary comfort, but end up with poor sleep health and the domino effect of starting our day playing catch-up. Think about that — our mornings begin with a decision that is high-cost / low-benefit, then wonder why we’re always feeling behind.
What’s worse is that it’s not the only snooze button I’ve got.
I hit the workout snooze button a lot. The let’s-go-out-instead-of-cooking snooze button gets its fair share of taps. The five-more-minutes-of-Twitter-before-I-get-moving is another favorite. Laundry, meditation, yard work, they all have snooze buttons. Every time I hit a “life” snooze button, I get the same result as I do the one by my bed: a few more minutes of inertial comfort at the expense of future pain, frustration, and anxiety.
Few of us can afford to invest our limited time and energy so wastefully. As a result, I’ve decided to quit the snooze button. Who’s with me?
(P.S. – I apologize for the shorter post, but I’ve got a lot of catching up to do.)
As the Queen of procrastination, I unfortunately use the snooze button of life all the time. Not my best quality, I know, but I strive to make better choices all the time. Sometimes I even succeed!
But seriously, I guess I’m saying I’m with you.
Now to get up and put away the leftovers.