Rise up, Rise up!

I’ve decided that I must must MUST learn to get up in the morning. And by up I mean vertical. Up and at ‘em. Rising AND shining. Every weekday morning the alarm goes off at the time that I want to get up, and every morning I slam my hand down on the snooze button, sometimes 3 or 4 times. What is my problem!?! When I set the alarm at night I fully intend to get out of bed at the chosen time. But somehow, the 6 to 8 hours that pass during sleep all get together and commandeer my good intentions and turn me into a Grumpy Greta. How does this happen? I always have lofty plans for the morning. I’d like to go for a walk, do a little puttering, enjoy an hour of ‘me’ time before anyone else rises, make a proper breakfast, answer some emails, pack a decent lunch etc. But when the radio turns on at 6ish all I can think is how cozy my bed is and how I would give one meeeellion dollars (pinky finger is poised at bottom lip) to just stay in it for 2 more hours. I read an article on msn yesterday called How to Wake Up Early and Feel Good. Apparently the keys to success are going to bed early, drinking water (but not so much that you have to pee all night), getting up and staying up, and establishing a routine. It’s the getting up and staying up part that always trips me up. How do I resist the siren song that the bed inevitably sings to me within those first few minutes?

Deep inside a warmth that lies on a bed, She's calling to you...


Anyway, this morning I failed in my intial attempts to get out of bed at the first alarm call. But I only hit snooze once. Baby steps are better than no steps I suppose.