You know that classic song, ‘Breaking up is hard to do’ I have always felt like that was an error of speech and what they really meant to say was ‘Waking up is hard to do’. Don’t you think so? I really feel like that is the obvious lyric and no one noticed in time to fix the track.
Seriously though, I have been giving this a lot of thought lately. Why is it waking up in the morning is so damn hard? Sometimes I think never going to sleep would simply be easier, then you wouldn’t have to undergo the excruciating task of peeling open your eye lids. Not to brag, but in terms of eye lid strength, I am Arnold Schwarzenegger, I force those suckers open like a dead lift and then let them slam shut for another fifteen minutes (or an hour, but who is counting?).
At one point in my short life I was able to go to bed at one, get up at five thirty or six to workout, go to school, go to work, see my friends, and repeat on a loop for four or five days before I would crash for fourteen hours and re-set. If I were to do that now I would be dead in a matter of days! At the time, my mom would lecture me on my behavior, but everyone I knew lived on the same schedule, it was normal. Mom- I get it now, I am sorry to have worried you for so long, lets just say those years of living on negative amounts of sleep have finally caught up to me.
I will admit binge working, while binge watching Entourage until one a.m. on a regular basis, may just have something to do with the ‘heavy eye lid syndrome’ I am currently experiencing. This thought is a little more comforting than the idea that my eye lids are just getting fat.
Sleep is important and I will admit that I may neglect it a little too often. One day I will grow up and learn my lesson for real. For now however, I have a sneaking suspicion that my morning routine of eye-lid-dead-lifts will remain.