My "Ah Ha" Moment

Yet one more post in my "Laziness" series.  I'd write a book, but who has time?

It isn't a huge "Oprah Ah Ha" moment where I figure out what I want to do with the rest of my life; paint road signs, save the armadillos.  Unfortunately, it is the Ah Ha moment when I realized why I have trouble getting lots of stuff done even though I have tons of free time.

I discovered it in bed yesterday morning when the alarm went off.  My choices were to sleep an extra half hour, or get up, get breakfast and go for a run before I had to meet a friend for lunch.  Well, let's just guess what I picked?

See, my problem is getting out of bed in the morning.  Once I do, I'm fine (after coffee of course) but it's the actual, physical act of getting up that makes things difficult.  And that translates into the rest of my day because I have an actual, difficult time of starting anything... at all.  Once I start a project, I'm good, I'm into it.  It's the starting that's difficult. 

I had friend, a few years ago, who used to run in the morning with a group.  She told me that she regretted joining the group the first few times the alarm went off at 5:30 am, but then she got used to it. In fact, she started waking up before the alarm went off. 

So I tried it; getting up early to run.  Except that it didn't work out so well for me.  When I knew I had to get up the next day, one of two things happened:

• I would try to go to sleep at 3 in the afternoon because "Oh my God, I have to get up soon!" or
• I would go to bed at a reasonable time and think, "Sleep, Now!"  "Okay, sleep now!"  "Right now!"

I've been working on it lately.  But I've found that if I've run, and shopped, and perhaps done some yard work then well, I need a break so I play Spider Solitaire, then check Facebook, then look up Meet Up groups online that I'll never join, then...well, then it's a crap shoot.  But dinner getting made doesn't look good.

I am getting better at starting stuff (and even finishing) but I can't start too many things in one day before my lazy self takes over and says, "Really, but we've worked so hard, why do we have do that as well?"

I've met women who get up and run 10 miles, get their children up, get everyone off to school, go to a full-time job, put dinner on the table and write a best-selling novel in their spare time.  But I'm not friends with them.

It's not that they are not nice; truly they are the nicest people in the world.  But it's like hitting your head against a concrete wall, you know?  I will feel bad just thinking about how much they accomplish.  Seriously, thinking about how much they do in one day just make me want to go back to bed.