Facing Addiction

A day is a breath of fresh air.

The beginning of a day is that first breath, and the taste of that first breathe is a hint of all the things that may come after it.

This morning I set out to conquer a longtime struggle I have faced with oversleeping. Yes, I like that word — faced. Because if you stare long enough into the ugly face of your addiction, you may eventually come to realize that you have what it takes to overcome it.

The two alternatives to facing, which are hiding and running, had been my practice for months, ever since I quit a 6:00 PM to 4:30 AM job that seemed to ruin my sleeping pattern for good.

(If you are one of the hard-working people out there slaving away through the night hours, you have my pity. Unless you are a vampire, in which case you have your own special powers to compensate you.)

Sometimes we find ourselves in situations that we do not know how to get out of. I think most of the time, though, we know the difference between where we are and where we should be, and we have to decide on a recurring basis whether we will act on our knowledge and face our problems or continue to hide or run from them.

I told myself just last night that the difference between my succeeding as a writer and only aspiring to be one was what time I would get up in the morning. That was the barrier standing between me and my dreams, I said. In fact, I got myself so excited to make the change that I only slept about three hours.

…Hurrah?

I suppose human beings live for moments of declaration — those times when we can make outward changes that symbolize the changes we have already made on the inside. My decision this morning was to start abiding by the standards I had set for myself long ago.

This does not mean everyone needs to rise at a certain time in the morning to be successful, but it does mean this: If you find that you are the barrier between yourself and your dreams, there is hope. You can overcome even yourself — even if night #1 does involve staring at the ceiling for an eternity.

As the old saying goes: Blessings come to those who face.

Or something like that.

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