I don't wanna and you can't make me

I could really use a cup of coffee this morning. Between the two-and-a-half hour series finale of Lost which kept me up way past my bedtime, and my youngest kid waking up before 5 am this morning, I’m dragging. And green tea, though lovely and refreshing, does nothing to lift my head up off the edge of my desk. Caffeine? My ass. I don’t believe it.

I’m on day 8 of my 21-day detox.  And for those of you who are wondering, I’ve actually been doing exactly as I’ve been told over the past seven days, save for a half a glass of white wine on Saturday night. (Damn friends. All would be fine and dandy if  I didn’t ever have to leave my house and socialize. But considering I had to say no to both Pad Thai and fudgy chocolate cake that night, I consider myself fairly disciplined.)

I still don’t feel so great. Congestion lurks. I’m sleepy, obviously. And I just don’t feel like doing this anymore. I have so many reasons why I should stop:

1. I’m too tired.
2. It’s too hard.
3. I’m pretty healthy any way.
4. Seven days is more than the average person could last.
5. No one is watching.

And yet, I’m pushing through. Why? Well, I can’t tell you how I will feel tomorrow or next week. But today, I’m pushing through to prove a point. And, here it is.

WAKE UP. Life is hard. If we only chose the easy shit to take on, we’d spend most of our days scratching our butts and picking our noses.

Choosing to act based on intention as opposed to impulse is pretty powerful stuff.  And contagious. Take on one area of your life and you will usually show up powerful in another.

So, take on food and see improvement at work.

Take on work and see improvement in your love life.

Take on your love life and see improvement in your sex life.

And, then just be happy, because at that point your life rocks.