181 pounds
Adulthood.
Adulthood. What comes to mind when you hear that daunting word? Abstract concepts like responsibility, legacy, and hard work simmers in the back of my mind, drowned out by much louder thoughts: taxes, bills, and Mondays. Petty and mundane, there they boil on the front range of my brain, neighboring hosts of other woes reserved for us burden-laden grownups. These we bear, with or without grace and patience.
Nevertheless…
Despite the noise, we generations have this fantasy. It takes the shape of a soft pillow. And we think we get to keep this one, quiet, soft Pillow. This is a special Pillow. When it’s threatened, it summons all the defensive passions of our wrath and vindictive hatred. This beautiful, fragile thing is a key grownup fundamental – nay – a constitutional right! We defend this right, tooth and nail.
I’m talking, of course, about our freedom to make stupid decisions.
Ah, this privilege to foolery. Examples abound!
Take, for instance, my hitting the snooze button today, Monday morning. Lazily, guiltily swiping right on the screaming screen. I confess to committing this flabby act on several counts within the space of two hours. Two hours that I could have spent on ample devotion, breakfast and gym sessions. Two hours that could have super-boosted today.
Two hours lost. So, after my devotion, I caught a hastily-prepared breakfast and skipped my exercise.
This wasn’t the first time that snoozing has derailed a beautiful plan of mine. The safety net is ample, but it smothers my goals, aspirations and self-betterment. With each swipe, I exercise my “right.” to be stupid. Sure, it’s fun to dream fitfully for a few more minutes! However, a part of my real dreams dies a little faster with each little “snooze.”
May this depressing tale spur you to greatness. Proactively kill the Pillow, and don’t exercise stupidity. Act like there’s no safety net. Act like there’s NOW.
My personal goal for tomorrow: no snooze button.
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