Sleep is just soo wonderful, and my bed is soo warm and getting up is soo painstaking. My dreams could go on forever. My eyelids enjoy remitting in their sockets. In other words, I'm lazy.
I've tried breaking this habit, but nonetheless, 6:30 rolls around and all my good intentions have disappeared. Millions of excuses pop in and out. Unfortunately, at that hour, my conscience is in no mood to argue. The little battle between the angel on my right and the little tempter on my left lasts seconds before I give up and fall back into bliss.
The thing is, I've never really felt obligated to get up early. My schedule is so laid back, sometimes it almost seems pointless to even try. What would I benefit from pushing myself from bed at 6 every morning?
Then I remember how much I could get done between 6 and 8am (which is when I usually wake). In two hours, I could be finished with English, science, and possibly Algebra 2 if I tried. That's most of my school work. I could finish the rest of it before noon. That would leave me with hours of day light free to do anything else I needed -or wanted- to do. My brain conveniently disregards these pros when feeding my laziness with excuses.
I have awoken early on occasion, and was glad I did. If I did it before, I can do it again, right? I just need a little discipline and some prayer.
And so I will try. If I shall fail, I will try again.
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