Last night, I went to bed early like the responsible adult I am (I work morning shifts, and have come to value a decent night’s sleep), and was awoken by a series of important (albeit annoying) text messages at the ungodly hour of 11pm.
I couldn’t get back to sleep; I tossed and turned, turned and tossed.
An earlier version of me would have used this poor nights sleep as an acceptable reason to skip the 5am workout I have meticulously planned for this morning. Instead, I allowed myself to ‘snooze’ for 15 minutes before picking myself up out of bed (dragging) and “reporting for duty.”
There are no shortcuts, no excuses. No one’s going to do it for me. In fact, no one cares whether I workout or sleep in.
It’s all on me.
Peace and Love,