When my alarm sounds on a weekday morning, it is met with such disdain. With a sleepy scowl and eyes glued shut with resistance to the day, I reach over and hit snooze four or five times. Even when I finally make the decision to not hit snooze and actually turn the alarm off, I lie in bed for a few more minutes, keeping at bay the cold tile bathroom floor, the unwelcome mouthwash, and the lukewarm water that will wash away that resistance. There are some mornings where several internal pep talks are necessary.
But say it’s Saturday and that resistance washes itself away. On weekend mornings I am fine: no scowl, no resistance, no snooze, no alarm even. I wake up around the same time and am perfectly content to be awake and to begin to think about the things that I need to do that day.
Why is that?