“Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside — remembering all the times you’ve felt that way.” -Charles Bukowski
Waking up on Monday mornings has become one of the more daunting tasks in my week, or let’s just be honest and say any morning. All throughout high school I was up at my first alarm and that was that. No snooze, no resetting, no internal compromises, “you didn’t really want to pack your lunch today, I bet they’ll have those cheese-filled pretzels.” I think a big part of why I never snoozed was my alarm clock was across the room. Once I was out of bed to shut it off, I was up. This was not due to any cunning or wit on my part- simply lack of outlets.
In college, when my alarm clock became my cell phone and I had a roommate who did it, snoozing didn’t seem all that bad. One of my favorite occurrences is to accidentally wake up around 1 am and realize I have four more hours of sleep. What a gift! Hitting snooze is a way to forcibly create this scenario- nothing’s as good artificially as it is real though, huh?
Currently I snooze for about an hour each morning. The goal is to stop. I do know, from rare moments of strength and self control, that I feel the same if I wake up one hour earlier or not once I’m up. I could really use that hour for breakfast, yoga, hair straightening, etc. So my “say it, do it” this week is to wake up the first time my alarm goes off!