Waking Up

For many people, morning is like swimming in a vat of warm Log Cabin maple syrup. Everything is in slow motion, nothing seems to work right, it would just be easier to roll over and close your eyes. The desire to sleep just a few more minutes has made the snooze on the alarm clock the object of a love – hate relationship. The satisfaction of smacking that button to silence the voice, buzz, or song is one that is savored every morning. The knowledge that it will only last for a few minutes makes the smacker hate the button for not imposing a more permanent solution to the problem of morning. Why do so many people hate the morning?

I think it is that we are a nation of sleep deprived people. We have trained ourselves to run and keep running until the candle is burned completely down. Then we allow ourselves a few hours to recharge and start it all over again. Unfortunately, the candle we pick up the next day is shorter and has a faster burning wick. So the next day we burn up quicker and by Friday, we are little more than a puddle of warm wax. If you are smart, you spend some time rejuvenating on the weekend. If not, you suffer through the week until it is time for another rest period. For those who refuse to slow down, the crash eventually comes and it is either a weekend sleepathon or a week of doctor imposed bed rest. The body will take its pound of flesh.

Hopefully as you get older, you realize that moderation is more affective than burning out. Eating right and getting at least 7 hours sleep every night makes things run more smoothly. Getting a little exercise is even better but who has time. Now, I am one of those people who have no problem getting up in the morning. I have not used a snooze alarm since 1984 when my uncle(s) in the big green family kicked the first galvanized trash down the barracks hall. You’re in the Army now and since then I have been an early morning person. Carpe diem.

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Cobb