F@#$King Snoozer Looser

My life long dilemma.

It’s 4:30 a.m. (the time my alarm goes off, insert your alarm time here) There’s a slight chill in the air. Your alarm goes off.

If you’re anything like me, this is the first choice of the day. One that can quietly shape everything that follows.

Do I hit snooze?

And right there, in that bleary-eyed moment, I think:

“The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don’t go back to sleep.”

That’s Rumi, whispering from somewhere wiser.

But the snooze button is there.

Most mornings I get up.

But this morning I didn’t.

I hit snooze.

Again.

And again.

And again.

I’ve had this battle my whole life. And the funny thing is, the fucking snooze button never really works. It doesn’t refresh me. It makes me groggy, foggy, vaguely annoyed. I sacrifice my day for ten maybe twenty minutes of sleep that doesn’t even feel like real rest. I don’t even know if that kind of sleep counts.

And scientifically, it doesn’t.

When you hit snooze, your brain starts a new sleep cycle it doesn’t have time to finish. So when the alarm goes off again, you wake up in the middle of it trapped in sleep inertia. That groggy, disoriented feeling that makes everything thoughts, movement, emotion feel slow and heavy

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“I’m half asleep, but I’m wide awake.”

— Tyler, The Creator