I wish I were different

 Posted by on May 24, 2014  Journal  Add comments
May 242014
 

I’ve been thinking about what I would change if I could snap my fingers and *poof* I’d be different. Not physically like my nose or my arm hair. Or the big things, like “never sin again,” but just the other stuff. (Not a deep post here, folks.) This is one of the things:

I wish I woke up happy. 

I’d love to be able to wake up with a smile, greeting the world with a thankful “hello,” excited to be blessed with a new day. My reality is a groan. I usually hear Lee’s alarm first. And then I fall back into a dream-filled restless sleep until my alarm goes off. I grumble, hit the snooze button, you get the picture. (I’m always able to lie to myself that I’ll pray during my seven minute snooze, and I can’t believe I still fall for it.)

I wish this weren’t the case, but I don’t know how to change it.

And just for fun, here’s a picture of my alarm clock I’ve had since 3rd grade. We’ve tried other clocks now and then, but they always break. This one is old reliable. Guaranteed to buzz obnoxiously just when I don’t want it to.

So there you go. What comes to your mind?

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