The moral, explained
It was hunt day. A bird pecked Oog awake at sunrise and he held up five fingers. Five more minutes. Then five more. Then five more. Outside, the whole herd walked past, and the whole tribe went after it. Even Grub. At noon Oog ran out to an empty plain and a cloud of dust. At sunset the tribe came home with a mammoth, and when Oog asked for his share, the Chief held up five fingers.
Hitting the snooze button feels like a small kindness to yourself. Five minutes is nothing. But the five minutes are never the cost. The cost is everything that happens while you're not there: the bus, the quiet hour before everyone else wakes up, the meeting where the decision got made. The world doesn't stop and wait to see whether you'll make it. It just carries on, and you find out later what it did without you.
And there's a second sting in the story. When you weren't there for the hunt, it's hard to ask for the feast.
Try this today
Move your alarm across the room tonight, so getting up to switch it off is the first step of the day, not the first decision. If that's too brutal, try one snooze instead of three for a week and notice what you do with the extra time.
Talk about it
How many snoozes is your record? And what's the biggest thing you ever slept through?
