I used to sleep until well past noon. I thought I needed to lay around in bed “recovering” from a long week’s work. Of course, I was fooling myself. I just didn’t want to get out of bed.
I would lie around not doing anything, until eventually I was forced get up because I had to use the restroom or eat, whichever Mother Nature called first. Had she not interrupted me, I may still be lying there.
As a result of my laziness, I would often be groggy and cranky, and my day typically wouldn’t start until sometimes well into the afternoon.
I was on a track of daily frustrations and disappointments. I used to be consumed with a sense of guilt, yet this cycle continued day after day, week after week, month after month.