Snoozing and Anxious Mornings
I try to sleep as much as I can. The snooze button is my best friend. I am not a morning person, and I have never been. Snoozing helps my anxiety.
My dislike of mornings is due to my anxiety. It creates a desire within me to remain sleeping. Snoozing is how I stayed out of the pathway of abuse.
I would sleep until the last moment, slowly bringing my awareness to what was happening downstairs. However, it didn’t matter what was happening. I still had to get out of bed. I could prepare myself for what I would face when I went downstairs.
Snooze You Lose
You snooze, you lose. That was the old/current saying. I think people still say that. I thought about that this morning, but I don’t think it’s true.
Sure, I got up later because I hit the snooze button. And I didn’t accomplish everything on my to-do list. I think this is more likely due to the overabundance of items on the list than getting up late. I am notorious for snoozing and thinking I can accomplish a lot in a small amount of time.
But you know what? My body needed to sleep. And though my snoozing helps my anxiety, it also helps to put things in perspective. It’s a freaking pandemic outside. No one cares that I hit snooze.
What’s Wrong with Snoozing?
I used to beat myself up for those days, as in, ‘what is wrong with me that I can’t do this?’ Not anymore. For one, they don’t happen all of the time.
So, these things happen. Do you know what I did? I adjusted my to-do list. What did I need to accomplish? Anything with a deadline? Those got pushed up the priority list. Everything else on my list I pushed to the next day.
In the grand scheme of my universe, I feel pretty good about that.