There Goes My Day...

Today I woke up late. So late, in fact, that I was mad at myself. My first thought was, "There goes my day." I was angry, frustrated, and confused about how I could sleep so late, and the only person to blame was myself.

"There goes my morning," this is what my internal voice told my external body 5 minutes later. While it was my fault for staying up late and watching tv, I still have the afternoon and the night to finish my tasks for today.

"There goes the first ten hours," this is what my voice of reason told my erratic thinking body when I finally pulled the sheets off my bed. I may not remember the first ten hours of my day, but I will remember the next fourteen. So how I use these next fourteen hours is tenfold more important than the first ten.