11 PM
I have a funny little family that lives within the four walls that we call home. We usually have different people coming and going like a rotating door in our spare room (really cool…kind of like a ‘Friends’ episode) and we are always here for a week and gone for two or some other bizarre combination of time like that. Within this little house, is my little family: me, my husband (Vaden) and our Jekyll/Hyde cat named Licorice. (She wrestles with her inner demons all the time, and quite often they are the winners).
Like any family, we have a little bedtime routine: normal for us, but maybe weird to the outside world! You see, our queen size bed is divided into thirds, and I am always the one sandwiched in the middle, surrounded by snoring furballs on either side: Licorice has her third, and Vaden has his. Every night, as Vaden and I talk about our day, or tomorrow, and dream about what we want to do in the land of ’someday’, it is often 11 PM or later. You see, at 11Pm, you can dream about what tomorrow’s possibilities hold, and you can have the amazingly creative ideas to change the world. When I was in high school, 11PM was when I frantically finished assignments, or chatted with friends, or even fought with a boyfriend (!) because it is that point where my day is over, but tomorrow holds a lot of possibilities and unknowns.
This morning, when my alarm went off, another amazing phenomenon took place…somehow, through the night, totally unknown to me, a really cool thing happened, but one that is very sinister and dangerous: my bed completely became 10 times more comfortable! I know what you’re thinking: “I thought I was the only one who ever had that happen to them!” . But the good news is, you’re not alone-there are many of us out here, who, having realized this, have also realized that every life has one essential item that cannot, no matter what, ever be forgotten: the snooze button. Guys, the snooze button is truly the answer to all of my problems when that nasty little do-gooder called “my alarm” tries to ruin everything. Like everything in life, there is a way to beat the system, and I have figured this out too (this is also free with the juicer you can order at the end of this tirade). The way to enjoy the morning comfort phenomenon is to trick the alarm and set your clock fast. This way, you can press the snooze more times, and sink back under the covers and pretend that you don’t really have to deal with anything else.
Like every strong medication, however, there is a list of nasty side effects. Probably the only one worth mentioning (other than the one where alarm sound actually becomes a part of your dream) is that there is always the possibility that you could sleep in and get too caught up in what you want and feel you deserve, which is clearly more time in the uber-comfortable bed. I mean, you work hard, life is sometimes tough, and sometimes you just need to do something for yourself, even at the expense of other people who may be depending on you. Although we all like to envision ourselves as altruistic and virtuous, the truth is that it is just so much easier to make excuses than take action- it’s always easier if it feels like everything is someone else’s fault (the devil, the president, the ex, the cop for setting up a sting for speeding) but really, we (myself included) may just need to get over it, stop pressing the stupid snooze alarm on life, and actually do something that is going to make a difference. It’s gotta start somewhere, so why not with me?
On my desk, I wrote this really cool quote by C.S. Lewis, and it says, “We are what we believe we are.” That’s why I want to be the person that I believe I am at 11Pm, where I can dream about what I can do, look back and see what I did, and be totally thankful for where I am right now…and there is no need to press snooze on that.
About the juicer: if you really want one, Vaden has a cupboard full of them, from a mysterious chef selling some kind of ‘Miracle Blades’ …you can have them for free:)