Why I Stay In Bed Until 12:00
Why I Stay In Bed Until 12:00
Sometimes I decide that I won’t get up today, and here’s why you should practice it too.
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Sometimes I decide that I won’t get up today, and here’s why you should practice it too.
The other morning I stayed in bed until midday. I just decided, fuck it — why not. Who would command me otherwise? There I was, all fucking Zen inside the scratcher while everyone else scrambled their way through traffic.
Beautiful.
The pillow felt nice under my head, the duvet was warm, and the house was quiet. And I simply decided to go nowhere and indulge in doing nothing for as long as possible.
My mind drifted to crazy dream-like scenarios, and as I woke from my light slumber to the sound of the bin truck, I struggled to recover them. Occasionally I thought; I should get up now. But I quickly forgot that thought and drifted back to sleep.
I eventually got up, had a shower to wake myself, had three cups of coffee and took to complete a few tasks before classes that evening at 18:00. My wife came in from supermarket shopping and slagged me off for being a lazy bastard as she usually does.
I said it’s self-care darling. She said you’re good at that.
She’s the opposite to me; can’t stay in bed beyond 08:00, has to get up, and then becomes comatose in front of the TV at 10 pm.
I think my ritual is healthier.
A few years ago, my sleeping late wouldn’t have happened. Unless that is, I had a couple of bottles of wine, or maybe 10 pints and a few pills inside me from the night before. Even so, on weekdays, there was the force of commitment upon which I was compelled to deliver. Some nights I didn’t sleep such was the self-imposed pressure to perform.
The laziness I’m referring to is not lazy laziness. It’s not a negative state whereby I am disengaged, dissociated and at odds with the world. Instead, it is a positive feeling of being relaxed and carefree. No stress, no commitment to others, total immersion in the moment without the need to jump through hoops.
I’m still turned on but in a different sense.
Other times I might be moving fast, feeling the need for speed, getting things done. Efficient, precise and measured. This particular morning I was the complete opposite.
Call it laziness if you wish.
I call it stability, and with the contrast of years past, it’s the best way to be. In that, all the prior experience of years running uphill on a treadmill was beneficial.
It’s not fun, but I’d recommend it just as long as you realise that it’s ok and the shitty days will pass. What’s waiting on the other side is peace and the odd morning in bed until whatever time you please.
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