Get Out of Bed

I love my bed. I love my mattress and my sheets and my duvet and my pillows and my pile of blankets. There is nothing in my apartment that I love more than my bed. I get excited to go to bed early. I adore sleeping in late. Every morning I make breakfast, then crawl back into bed to eat my morning meal. I drink coffee in bed. I drink tea in bed. I watch movies in my bed. I wrote this in my bed. If I have a choice between a chair or my bed, I’ll choose my bed every time. If there were a way to work from my bed, I’d get that job. My bed is my safe place. It is my fortress of solitude and comfort.

When my alarm goes at 6am every morning, I don’t want to leave my bed. It’s warm and lovely, and the rest of the world can wait. Some days there are reasons to get out of bed. There is work to be done, awesome people to see and exciting things to do. I can make an impact and get the job done! I can encourage and bring joy to the people around me! There is a day that needs seizing, and the only person who can do that is me! Life can’t get any better!

Other days? Getting out of bed is hard. I have plans and I cancel them because the thought of being anywhere other than under the covers is terrifying. On the weekends my bed is more attractive than grocery shopping or cleaning. Sleeping in is far more comfortable than dragging myself to church and sitting alone in the back row. My bed is far more accepting and kind than anyone else I know.

That sounds lazy. That sounds like I lack self-discipline or motivation. But sometimes? Sometimes I know my day is going to be a downward spiral from the moment I pull those covers back. Some days are hard to face. Nasty co-workers, a nagging boss, broken relationships, no relationships, a crappy immune system, an aching body, piles of textbook readings, never-ending assignments, dirty dishes stacked up to the ceiling, unpaid bills, an empty bank account, the deafening silence of loneliness, the shame of poor choices. The list goes on. The circumstances in our lives can pin us to our sheets in fear and dread. Some days, all of your energy and motivation is spent peeling the covers back and setting your feet on the ground.

In the comfort of our bed, we start believing that we’ll accomplish nothing important, so why bother in the first place? We all get lonely and think no one likes us. We have things we’re ashamed of and wish we could erase. We’re broken. Some days will, in fact, be a downward spiral until you seek the solace of your sheets again. Some days you will accomplish nothing. Some days will be terribly sad and full of grief. Some days will be desperately lonely. Some days will be quite terrible.

And on those days? The bravest thing you can do is get out of bed.


9 thoughts on “Get Out of Bed

  1. There’s nothing quite like that cradle of warmth under the cocoon of a comfy blanket. It has mystical properties that can entice even the most disciplined to slack off. It heals away hurts that otherwise would break us, and prepares us everytime for what ever the day may bring. I agree with you wholeheartedly! I love my bed!!!!!!

  2. I have a theory. It’s just a theory, mind you, but your post is a data point in affirmation of it.

    I think Extroverts see bed and bedtime and something they *have* to do. They see it as constrictive and meddlesome. It kills their mojo. Bedtime is that space in their day where they are forced to be alone and quiet, and the only good of sleep is that it makes bedtime go by faster. Sleep is the vehicle that gets them more quickly to another glorious day of talking and smiling and expressing and spewing sunshine about. Given their preference, they would have no physiological need for sleep and life would be one non-stop gabfest.

    For we Introverts, bed and bedtime are a big, cushy finish line at the end of the day’s interaction marathon. They are the safe harbor that awaits each voyage through the day’s sea of small talk-makers and traffic jams and broken ice makers and talkative airplane seatmates. It’s as if the covers are a magic shield which keep all of those things at bay; the world is blissfully silent until you pull those covers back just the slightest bit. Then the cacophony erupts…again. Groundhog’s Day. Bedtime is that space in our day where we get to be alone and quiet. The more people-full and loud my day has been, the earlier I am tempted to crawl into bed.

    If I had to guess, I would say that having to go *to bed* and *sleep* is how God keeps extroverts from becoming self-indulgent, and having to *wake up* and get *out* of bed is how God keeps introverts from becoming self-sufficient.

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