I Did It! Boy, Did I Do It...

SPONSOR: www.linkedin.com/in/joseph-joe-ledford-03407421/  Mt. 17:5c This is my beloved Son, with whom I am well-pleased; listen to him. LK 7:16  A great prophet has arisen in our midst and God has visited his people.

I don't want to brag or anything but, I did it!

Oh yes I did, too; my FIT BIT CHARGE 2 told me so; so it can't be lie. It's kind of like reading something online. Wait, no...strike that.

Anyway, anyone who knows me at all understands that not only do I have horrible sleep patterns but they often mirror those of infants.

You know, asleep for two hours, awake for an hour, asleep for two and a half hours, awake for 45 minutes...and so on, and so forth. On a good night, I get a little more than five hours of sleep; typically, it's a bit under 5.

But, for whatever reason two weekends ago, I slept for SEVEN HOURS IN A ROW both Friday and Saturday night! As my FBC2 proclaimed the next morning: You did it!

Sigh. My FIT BIT was giving me the same enthusiastic inspiration you give a six-month-old for not crying himself and you awake at 2AM...or the sort of sympathetic-yet-encouraging support a human gives a puppy for choosing the OUTSIDE to, um, go outside.

Shoot. The well-meaning but almost condescending YOU DID IT!! kinda made me sad. 

An "Attagirl" just for sleeping well for two days...out of the past --eh, give or take 22 years or so?

What's next; an ice cream sundae for making a 'happy plate' or a dollar for brushing my teeth?

Hmpf.

That's when it hit me. The Good Lord could be trying to tell me something...stop and smell the REM stage sleep, girl.

Sometimes --okay, most times-- we earth dwellers are in such a frenzied state.

Gotta answer my emails, gotta work on that presentation, gotta schedule a doctor's appointment, gotta start another load of laundry, gotta plan dinner, gotta hit that column deadline, gotta shop for back-to-school supplies, gotta grab a birthday gift card (or ten), gotta color my hair, gotta pay the tuition bill, gotta run to the grocery store (8,492 times) gotta, um, oh yes, get that load outta the washer and into the dryer. WHEW; that's a lotta gotta, no?

Wait, I know I'm forgetting something? Oh right. Breathe. Eat. Smile. Rest. Enjoy the other humans. PRAY. Repeat.

Your FIT BIT could just be sending you a message from that ​Big Tracker in the sky. He blessed us with life on the third rock to be lived well and good; not harried and haggard.

Slow down. Be present. Check out the sunrise. LOVE LIFE, especially the other peeps on the planet... or it could just end up being the winter of life before we even take the tags off our new flip flops, Capisce?

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