A Post For Snooze Button Addicts.
Seeing as early birds are apparently happier, more productive and ultimately more successful than late-risers, I decided to start trying to catch that elusive worm.
I love sleep. Like, I'm borderline addicted to it. If I'm not in bed, I'm counting down the hours until I can crawl back in, and when it comes to napping, if I'm given an inch, I'll take a mile. Without a reason to be out of bed, I'm likely to stay there until I'm hungry enough to crawl to the kitchen to feed my grumbling tummy. I can finally (yet reluctantly) admit that sleep has robbed me of many opportunities to push my career forward. I like to just let that statement sit in my brain for a moment. Indulgent sleep has halted my progression. It does not feel good to say that out loud.
Whether it's my impending 29th birthday or a natural growth stage that has kicked in, the desire to change has been like a flick of a switch. It's time to push myself towards new goals and away from the duvet. And what better place to do that than Australia?
Living on the Gold Coast has ignited my brain and increased my desire to get outside. I mean, the beach is literally a 50m walk from my front door. The moment my feet hit the sand, my brain is refreshed and my zen kicks in.
Ideas spill out of my head, gratitude comes easily and I feel excitement for the day.
Until something weird (normally a harmless brown thing) washes up against my leg and I jump 20 feet in the air. This is Australia, after all. Who knows what dangerous beasts there are out there.
And a quick jaunt outside leads to a happier day. A happier day results in a more relaxing night and a satisfied sleep. The good days turn into great weeks and before you know it, you become as peaceful as the Dalai Lama. Probably. I haven't got that far yet.
So how am I changing the habit of a lifetime? I'm doing it the only way I know how - absolute obligation. Scheduling things early in the morning means that you can't flake out at the last minute and hit snooze - no one wants to be that person who cancels last minute. Whether it's FaceTiming my family back in England, arranging meetings (and hoping my brain wakes up pronto) or heading to my boxing fitness class which gets me out of bed at 5.10am. Ouch.
The recipe for my own growth is to be pushed kicking and screaming until I change.
And that seems to be working for now.
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