Wake Me Up

If you catch me sleeping, I’d appreciate it if you would wake me up.   I don’t mean sleeping as in head fallen back, drool rolling down and snoring bellowing out.

I mean sleeping.  You know.   Through everything.

Sleeping through the routine of life.  The routine that once it’s gone or changed or challenged…..we mourn.   I like my routine now.  I also like the shake ups and unexpected joys and turn abouts.   Long ago I challenged myself to never say anything along the lines of “I wish it were Friday” when it’s only Monday.   I didn’t want to get in the habit of wishing my life away.  Even when at work and I look at the clock and it’s only 11:12 a.m. and I look at the clock two hours later and it’s only 11:14 a.m.   I tell myself that not everyone gets the benefit of having two full hours in two minutes.


Any way.

If you catch me snoozing through ….. give me a nudge.  Or go ahead and startle me out of it.

I don’t want to miss anything.

Unless it’s night time.  And I have to go to work in the morning.  Then it’s okay to let me sleep.  Please, let me sleep then.