Too much rest

It doesn't seem to be existent at times, but there is such a thing as getting too much rest... becoming too comfortable in bed... especially before the week hits its end for me. I still hate waking up with a passion. Not that I don't enjoy being able to spend another day spending time with my friends and family, both at home and at church along with anywhere else we may go, it's just that it's a difficult task I never get tired of loathing. It's literally painful to try and force my body into cooperation in the mornings to kick off the covers and get ready for the day. It's mostly mental, though.

I remember a comedian, Mike Berbiglia I believe, who commented on a sleepy alter ego that had a gift for convincing arguments as why not to wake up. I'm beginning to come to terms with that same realization about myself, especially after this morning. Like I said before, if my mind has something more interesting to do, it's not too hard for it to convince my body to cooperate, and it just so happens that my dream needed to be finished, in my mind's opinion, and so I did before finally dragging myself out of my bed... literally!

Wiping my face off on my pillow and sheets as I slowly slid towards the edge of the bed and eventually getting up enough to see a blurred world through the slits of my eyelids who were still trying to decide whether or not to open or remain closed. I've gotten work done already, but it's not a pleasant ordeal to have to go through, especially when I finally wake up and remember everything I need to do in the day. "A little extra sleep, a little more slumber, a little folding of the hands to rest— then poverty will pounce on you like a bandit; scarcity will attack you like an armed robber." -Proverbs 6:10-11 and 24:32-34 (NLT) That verse kept echoing in my head this morning... talk about lighting a fire under your feet.