It's been a little harder pulling myself out of bed this week.
A big reason for this is that we've restarted our social life in the last few days. After a month of choosing water over fun, my wife and I have spent the last week catching up with friends who we haven't seen socially in a month. It's been a great deal of fun, but it has also meant that I haven't been getting to bed at my usual seriously-how-old-am-I time. This alone would make the alarm my enemy.
And yet there's another challenge. There's been a bit of a cumulative effect in my sleeping less over the last couple weeks. Until my body genuinely gets used to waking up at the same time every morning, I'm going to deal with being slightly more tired every day. At some point, it will suddenly get easier, and I'll know that my attempt to create a habit of early rising has been successful, but I don't expect that moment to be in week two. In fact, I expect week two to be the most difficult.
You see, week one, everything is still novel and exciting. My life is all early morning yoga and baking. Week four, I'm almost done and the finish is in sight. Even in week three, when I'm tired, I'll know that I've come further than I have left to go, and I'll be able to hang on. Week two, though, has been tough. I feel like I started this challenge a long time ago, but I know that the end is even further away than that.
The good news, though, is that I'm still hanging on. Today, despite my dream about a rather intricate plot to do something or other (which mostly involved trying to fix wallpaper), I was able to get out the door right on time. I did waver for a moment, standing by my alarm clock and considering one snooze, but figured this was the worst possible choice I could make. All I have in week two is momentum, and if I let that go, I'm done for.
Though I wouldn't say no to a nap.
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