My grandpa (rest in peace) used to tell my dad that in order to wake up in the morning, he would JUMP out of bed and get to work. This would prevent him from sleeping in for hours.
I enjoy sleeping in. If you read my previous blog post, you’ll know I slept in until 12:30 yesterday with disastrous results.
I also like taking warm, hot showers. My house is barely insulated, so it’s freezing in the winter and sweltering in the summer. Right now, it’s so cold in my house that I need to go outside for warmth.
Ten minutes ago, I was standing in my shower, which is a little too short for me, so the water hits the back of my neck first with a sharp sensation. My shower head is basically a power hose, like a thousand water arrows piercing my skin. It’s not that painful, but if I try to wash my ears, I can hear Poisedon’s Fury being unleashed. The only reason it’s comfortable is because it’s so warm compared to the iceberg that is my house.
Wow, that was quite off-topic. So I finish washing my nekkid bod. Time to dry off. Or I could chill and soak in the liquid heat for a few more minutes.
This has happened before. I never time my showers, but I am prone to basking in boiling glory before returning to the Arctic Zone.
I really shouldn’t be complaining about the cold. I used to live in New Jersey. We had snowstorms. California occasionally gets a light, misty spray of rain. But hey, cold is cold.
This blog is a lot longer than I intended it to be. I should just get to the damn point.
“No,” I thought to myself, “I must not waste time or water. I must…JUMP!”
And jump I did. Out of the shower and into my freezing bathroom, which wasn’t that cold because all the hot water had humidified the room with warmth.
I thought this was a lot more profound than it actually is. I’m really just wasting your time right now by having you read this.
Long story short, I’m learning to stop basking in my comfort zones and jump. The end.