Success-Full?

I have found myself walking a fine line this summer between "taking care of myself" and some days struggling to get out of bed to start the day. Now I have never struggled with motivation, until I learned how to slow down, relax and take care of myself. I used to party 6 nights a week, average 4 hours a sleep per night, work 3 jobs, work on a double-degree, volunteer, make my sorority meetings, and never skip a beat of my social life. Go big or go home was my motto...only problem was, I never went home! But today I have learned a whole new way of living, a life which involves morning meditations, healthy coping tactics, sleeping naturally and without any narcotics, and mastering the art of napping. But let's be real, I am a sales representative in a highly competitive industry. I am 23 years old- I'm in the prime time of my life to be meeting new people, shaking hands, kissing babies and making that mu-la-la.

My father is a football coach for Pete's sake! I used to get pep talks to take a high school exam, I had consequences of suicide sprints rather than no T.V., and was raised on the basis that it is important WHAT you are, not WHO you are. So I've never struggled to ignite my fire. Until recently. Until the presence of a 24oz light roast coffee (black) is the only motivator to get me out of bed. Tuesday I slept from 9:30am until 4:00pm, and I slept hard! What up with that?

I am not on my period, I haven't had a recent breakup, I am not sleep deprived, God knows I am not pregnant, I am not hungover or even feeling sick. Listening to my body is the excuse I will stick with for now. Perhaps I am just too comfortable. I thrive better off of chaos. Whenever I feel a little bit of success,  I find myself feeling satisfied- briefly- before the guilt kicks back in to drink twice as much caffeine and sell, sell, sell!! exhausting cycle.

My friend Holly and I used to take frequent "personal days"  usually after the Sunday Blues had kicked  in after a weekend that made my mouth pucker. I used to allow myself a day off to recover from life. Now it is a constant battle recovering from taking a day off.  My Sundays are my Target/grocery store/laundry/pay bills/clean the house/run errands/catch up on sleep/work out/make a decent meal days. I could use 6 Sundays a week. (Although I do miss the 'personal days' of greasy burgers from Mickey's accompanied with 8 consecutive hours of E! True Hollywood Story).

So if you're feeling like me, and feel you need a little jump in your step, don't grab a 5-hour energy drink, listen to this guy in the video below and he will eat away at your conscious and make you feel guilty whenever you are  about to close your eyes for a quick cat nap. Your Welcome. And remember, you can never be too successful!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pAJPPjGrU7g