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The Snooze Button

by Ridgely Goldsborough

Music.

 

Smash.

 

Music.

 

Smash again.

 

Music.

 

One eye opens halfway.

 

Smash number three.

 

We’re addicted to the snooze button.

 

Huh? What?

 

Do we really believe that the nine minutes between morning DJ drivel will help us rise refreshed?

 

Do we ever truly get back to the fantastical dream journey so rudely interrupted by the advent of a new day?

 

Can one more smack on that hateful clock make that big a difference?

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You bet it can.

 

“I’m tired and I deserve that little extra.”

 

“I’m in charge and I decide when I get up.”

 

“I don’t need that long to get ready anyway.”

 

Yeah, right. Who’s kidding who?

 

What happened to your New Year’s resolution to stay fit?

 

Didn’t you say you wanted a few minutes to pray or meditate?

 

What about that quiet time you promised yourself?

 

Get out of bed.

 

The great Charles Dickens, a prolific inventor as well as master of the written word, once stated: “I never could have done it without the habits of punctuality, order and diligence . . .”

 

Done what?

ANYTHING. That’s the point. Those of us who lack discipline have been robbed of a chance at greatness—at ANYTHING.

 

If you don’t throw the sheets aside and roll onto the floor, you rob yourself of your workout.

 

If you can’t drag yourself to the coffee machine, when will you ever claim the space to reflect, make room to ponder your lot, do some serious self-evaluation, the only path to lasting change.

 

If you can’t beat the buzzer, you lose the game.

 

I know I’m squeezing raw nerves on this one.

 

So be it.

 

True friends don’t stand on the street corner and help you point fingers at those on the other curb. Sometimes we need a smack upside the head.

 

When will be soon enough to engage your dreams?

 

Don’t they matter enough?

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The snooze button is like a donut—once in a while, okay. More often than that and the thirty seconds of pleasure while you stuff your face glob into unwanted pounds in the gut, hips and thighs that hang around for years. Who needs it?

 

Discipline starts with mundane, daily activities that buy you freedom to do what only you can do, to go after your greatness.

 

Show me a person who can’t handle the little things and I’ll show you someone who’s not ready for anything big.

 

Ouch.

 

Take your clock and put it on your dresser, on the other side of the room. That’s where I keep mine.

 

Turn off the snooze function. I don’t even have one.

 

When you want to treat yourself to extra sleep, make a plan and enjoy every minute. Wake up when you finish sleeping.

 

The rest of the year, don’t cheat yourself.

 

Get out of bed.

 

In order to make any dream come true, you must first wake up.

 

Or you could hit the snooze button.

 

That’s A View from The Ridge . . .

 

Author Ridgely Goldsborough publishes The Daily Column; humorous and inspirational stories designed to touch our hearts. Please take a moment to subscribe at no charge at www.aviewfromtheridge.com  

 

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