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I am a rocketship... headed for the stars!

I’m a rocket ship.

“5, 4, 3, 2, 1....blastoff!”

At 5:00 am this morning, when my alarm went off, my lesser self, the lazier, less disciplined self that doesn’t follow through on my promises or commitments to ME thought “hit snooze!”


I’m a notorious snooze bar slammer. Like 6 times slammer. Like set the alarm an hour before I actually need to get up slammer. I don’t understand people who hear the alarm once and then just stand up. What kind of cyborg are you?! Waking up is a “process” and I need to respect the “process”.

I hit snooze. I did the default thing I always do. Slam that snooze bar, girl!

Then my heroic self said “seriously?!”

I know if I’m going to complete the 28 day StoryAthlete program, I have to wake up early because it’s the only quiet time in the house. It’s the only time I can have enough peace to write with a clear mind and calm heart.

Heroic Heather is disgusted with the fact that I hit snooze. But Lesser Heather knows I have 9 minutes to wrestle with HH to see who is going to win this battle. Will I hit snooze a second time? Or will Heroic Heather win and drag herself away from her safe, warm cocoon out into the cold of the morning?

8 minutes they battled. 8 minutes of slipping back into the sweet respite of unconsciousness and Heroic Heather shaking my shoulders and screaming “GET UP!”

“5, 4, 3, 2, 1.....blastoff.”

At 5:08 Heroic Heather whispered this out loud, into the dark, and then stood up.

I’ve known about the 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 rule for a long time. I’ve read Mel Robbins’ book, I’ve heard her on many a podcast and watched her speeches on YouTube.

Then just straight up ignored her tool.

Lesser Heather has been my bff, ride or die for 37 years. She let me know right away, we definitely aren’t 5, 4, 3, 2, 1-ing our way through life.

She convinced me we don’t need a ridiculous mind mantra to force us into the uncomfortable things we face. We are good over here, we’ve done fine for ourselves so far, we are safely planted on the ground and we DO NOT need to blastoff.

Heroic Heather said f-that. Blastoff bitch! How are you going to reach the stars if you don’t?

This morning I had the mindset of a rocket ship and at 5:08am, I blasted off, straight out of that bed and to the kitchen for my cup of tea (which by the way, I could savor in peace because those dishes were done, son!) Heroic Heather said, “uh....NO. Snooze bar slamming is DONE. It’s time to take off and be the captain of our own damn ship.”

5, 4, 3, 2, 1.....blastoff. We’re headed for the stars.

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