As most of you already know, due to my near-constant evangelism on the subject, I stopped using an alarm clock about two years ago (I quit cold turkey when I realized that I was using like seven alarm clocks in succession, had worn away the letters on my snooze button, and could no longer hear the song “Billy Liar” by the Decemberists without sitting bolt upright in a panic and flailing about for the nearest timepiece).
When I stopped driving about a month ago, I decided to set an alarm for the first few mornings since the last bus for work leaves my house at 7:41 and I wasn’t used to waking on such a strict timetable. A month later, I was still alarm clock dependent (or at least afraid to forfeit the security of setting one) and I was starting to feel lazy and undisciplined (a dirty word in my lexicon).
Wednesday night, when I returned from Florida, I sat down to set my alarm and debated whether to set it for 7:10 (enough time to catch the bus in front of my house) or 6:40 (enough time to catch the bus at the Capitol Square).
While in Florida, I’d been struck by the idea to start catching the bus at the Square—the Square is a mile from my house and I felt like this would be a way to “take back” my mornings, although it would add about twenty or thirty minutes to my commute. Instead of stumbling out of my house at 7:40, slipping and sliding down the icy sidewalk and staggering across Gorham’s rush hour traffic to catch the bus, I’d leave my house at 7:15 and take a leisurely (albeit mostly uphill) stroll to the Square. It would give me a chance to get some exercise, listen to my iPod, enjoy the fresh air, and feel like a part of my downtown community instead of just another commuter, rushing off to the suburbs for a day of work.
Anyway, great idea.
So, Wednesday night, I’m debating whether I’m really in the mood for all that awesomeness because it’s my first day back in town and I’m really tired and my blood has been thinned by five days of Florida sunshine and I don’t want to risk being late for work on my first day back and [insert your favorite excuse here]. So I decided to compromise. I’d set my alarm clock for 7:10 (enough time to catch the bus in front of my house) and I’d set my internal alarm clock for 6:40 (enough time to walk to the Square). I’d let my internal clock decide my fate.
I woke up at exactly 6:40.
Anyway, the walk was awesome and so was the latte I had time to enjoy at Cafe Soleil, so I didn’t even bother setting an alarm last night. I woke up at 6:40 again today.
My point: Your brain is awesome. Use it.