For a long time now I've had a really hard time getting out of bed in the morning. I have yet to pinpoint the reason, though I'm sure a combination of life's stresses and my physical issues play a role in it.
Last week I shared with a friend that I'm just tired of not wanting to get up. I remember the days when I would hop out of bed in the morning, excited to spend time with God or start my day and prepare for whatever I had on my schedule. I miss those days. I can't remember the last time I had one.
Until today.
This morning I woke up at 5:40 am, long before my alarm was set to go off. I sat up in bed and thought to myself, "Oh my gosh, I WANT to get up." That feeling, in and of itself, was enough to send me jumping out of bed, putting the tea kettle on the stove for tea, and dancing around singing "I'm awake, I'm awake, I'm awake."
Today, I woke up.
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Wow. I can't ever remember feeling that way. Ever. Ok, except maybe Christmas morning as a child.
Also, I bought that alarm clock for Thom's birthday last year!
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