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.
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