The Best Part of Breaking Up is the Making Up. – Frequent Lyric in 60s Girl Groups Songs
The Best Part of Waking Up is ______________.
I’ve been sleeping better than usual the past few weeks. I go to bed after 12 a.m., wake up by 7 a.m., usually without interruptions throughout the night. I may or may not nap during the day, and it may be anything between two minutes to two hours. Now, you’re probably not a sleep doctor (if you are, please leave suggestions for treatment in the comments section below), then why would I presume that you might possibly find all this interesting?
Because, I’ve been swearing the hell out of this ********, ********, ******** existence everytime I wake up.
Not just when I wake up, but while I wake up. In the transition between the increasingly boring and yet reliably disturbing dream-state to that of awaking to still-crap reality, I shout things like “Shite!”
Yes, swearing does sound best when it is British. Look no further than the Shakespeare of Swearing, Malcolm Tucker.
Yesterday and Today however, there has been a development. I woke up with the image of Eric Idle as Paul McCartney in my head singing, “Get Up and Go”.
And that made me think of a far more pleasant idea, the buzzword in how-to-relax publishing this season, (after we hygge-d in the last) called ikigai. My ideas about these are extremely vague, because I always take the defeatist position of thinking, “it won’t work for me.” Hygge seems to be about slowing down and being cosy but if I read a book on it, I’d be properly militaristic about it.
Ikigai is the Japanese concept of finding your purpose in life and waking up for it.
I know my purpose in life. But, the thought of it makes me want to turn over and bury my head in my pillow than get up.
The only times I got up with enthusiasm was when I used to watch Tom and Jerry and Voltron early in the morning in the Nineties. When I was five.
I have never found any other reason to wake up cheerfully. I probably wasn’t cheerful then either, for I lived in colder climes where mornings can be a total b****.
Monty Python is an improvement then, I think. For a long time, I had David Bowie’s “Oh! You Pretty Things” as my morning alarm, because who else can make you obediently respond to the sung command, “Wake up you sleepyhead…”? But, it took me a while to realise never to use any music I love as my alarm, ringtone etc. Because those are sounds you, or at least I, end up hating after a while. I’m never using “Mint Car” by The Cure to convert me into a morning person.
What is the solution then? How to get up in the morning without throwing punches in the air or on your bedding? How to go from sleep to waking without telling yourself, “I’m going to die, amn’t I? And just when I was getting the hang. Of living, that is.”
I’m starting to think, the solution lies in disappointment. In slower metabolism. In getting over how special you think you are even at your most low, and substituting that with, “Blimey! I’m still here? My magnificent potential did not perish in the unreasonable cruelty of the world? I have been given one more day to still be cringe-worthily arty-ish?”
I don’t know if I am right. I may be too far gone, to get it right.
At least, there are antidotes during the day. They may not facilitate my ikigai, but they sure make me want to live. Quite gladly.
What mood are you usually in when you wake up?
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