Why Dont I Wake Up Early?

So now we have come down to one post a month? And what has brought this post up? A video. A video which did not load because of an internet speed which is waiting for the new billing cycle to start in spite of the bill being paid before time. (Some logic I say!). Anyways, the video is about "how to wake up early?" by the bestselling author Mr. Robin Sharma.

 

So like you would have guessed by now, I did not get to see the video but nonetheless the title of the video got me thinking. My question to myself is "Why Don't I Wake Up Early?". Let's think. Why don't I? Why have I never got up early unless there are 'life & death' situations like board exams I didn't prepare for? Should we get down to listing down reasons why I never got up early till today morning err.... afternoon.. mmm...late afternoon. ;)

 

1. Sleeping early? Early? Never early. I sleep late at night or to be precise I sleep very early in the morning. By 3:00 am; 4:00 am, or 5:00 am sometimes 6:30 am. Is there a typographical error in this statement? Nope. I sleep at a time when I should be getting up.
2. Why do I sleep so late or not sleep at all? All the thinking. Sometimes self generated. Sometimes thanks to loading/not loading of the FB and twitter timelines. Thanks to the iPhone never leaving my side. Technology never lets you sleep. It leaves you curious. Hungry for more. It leaves you refreshing the webpage every 10 seconds. I am one of those honored souls who complain at 2:30 am that the timeline is reallyyyyyy slow.
3. Other times, its a book. Some hell-of-a book not letting me sleep. A thought provoking write up. A work so interesting that I prefer going till the last page than to shut my eyes and go to sleep.
4. Thinking. Well I cannot leave this point unexplained. One of the major reasons why I lose sleep  is that I think a LOT. Chain of thoughts sometimes lead me to such negative zones that I find it difficult to come back without losing sleep for a couple of days.
5. Mornings. This is something worth imagining. Sometimes I do sleep in time. 10:00 pm sharp. Then what happens. There is also an alarm for 6:00 am (perfection galore) but then... The alarm goes sharp at 6:00 am and I snooze it for a while and dismiss it after a while. I ask myself what do I have to do getting up so early. My mind screams out loud - Nothing. So there we go. I doze off even before the fan takes into the next round. zzZZZ.
6. Baby! Baby! Baby! No not the Justin Bieber Song. A point. A valid point. The most beautiful point. And I will do anything for my small packet of joy. Losing sleep is the least I could do for this wonderful addition to our lives.

So I conclude that people who get up early are the ones with 'Purpose'. For anybody to get up as planned should have an agenda for the day. Simple reason why I used to get up for exam preparations was to prepare for the exams. (Duh!) My day should have a schedule as tight as if I wish to squeeze more life out of each day. I need to get up to live, to have a dream and to achieve it. Day dreaming is not helping me. What I am fascinated by is the outcome of hardwork. But where is the hardwork for me to have the necessary outcomes? Where is the spark? The shine? The purpose? Its time to think right. Its time to sleep in time. Its time to wake up early. And in Mr. Sharma's words.... Its time to join the 5 am club.

 

The clock is ticking,

Cheers.

The Pink Orchid

 

 P.S. Do you get up early? How?????
You don't get up early? Why???

 

 

 

 

 

And The Smile is Back

It has been long since I wrote something positive or thought anything positive. Something that could bring a smile on my face. My question is what is my worry about? Failure to control? Failure to trust? Failure to stop expecting? What if I delete all these things from my life? Why do I have to control or expect? When it comes to trust, well, the lack of it is only going to burn me inside? My inability of not saying what I want to say, when I want to say it? Got to work on myself a bit. LOL! Not a bit, quite a lot. My peace! My space! My happiness! When Where and How?

Now that was the most mundane introduction to an even more mundane post that is coming up. I am literally pushing myself to write this and I am writing exactly in the speed of my thought flow. It has been 28 days since my C-Section. Stitches are yet to heal and the pain remains but I do not want to get imprisoned by my health. Not compromising even a bit with the baby's needs and "demands". Apart from that all the household work that I am able to do, I am doing. Mommy is a great great help. I dont know if anyone understands her but I have never seen a more selfless person than her. All that makes her really bloom is a little bit of appreciation for ALL that she does. The baby is continuing to be his brave self. Braving treatment, injections, tests, vaccinations and what not. I wonder if these are good or bad times to be born in the 21st century. We are more health prone but then again dependent on injection pricks and medication drips/oral insertion for every darn thing. 

Today our hearts almost broke when we saw blood being drawn from his delicate little arm for certain tests. Felt that strong emotion that parents feel when your child is suffering. The Baby couldn't even express how scared or how much in pain he was. He

screamed. He wailed, drawing tears from all our eyes. But then again the moment he was in our laps, he got quiet as if he knew we will take care of him and no one can hurt him. He knew he is safe now.

I have got hold of this amazing book "I'm Pregnant, Not Terminally Ill, You Idiot!" by Lalita Iyer. (Not hyperlinking, Google if you want to know more, You lazy cutenesses!). Came across this book on twitter while celebrity-account hopping. This book looks really interesting and I will be able to relate to it the most since I have experienced motherhood quite recently. In fact I cant start to read through the moment I end this post which I just noticed has gone beyond the average length of my recent posts. 

Okay now, coming back to my first baby, my better half, my hubby dearest. I am not going to say much to let eyebrows be raised or get a "WTH" from him. All I want to say here is how much does it take to stop spoiling what is so beautiful and exceedingly special. The love can not be denied and even the endless efforts that we keep doing to prove otherwise can not be denied too. But that is not the point. The point is that I want to be happy. He is the reason of my happiness, no matter how philosophy beats upon the authenticity of the exact opposite. I am going to advocate more smiles and less tears. Reduce the things which lead to futile efforts on correction (so called). I am (I repeat) going to be happy and will do anything that it takes. 

Phew! Now this is a positive post. 

With her cheerful smile

The Pink Orchid