Linda Evangelista said she wouldn't get out of bed for less than $10,000.
What makes you get out of bed each morning?
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The joy of the adventure that is to come! Love life and it will love you back. Peace.
At the moment I'm so far beyond shattered that the only thing getting me out of bed on a weekday is that I need to earn money to live.
You can say you love life and all that, and I do, but right now I just need to rest...
I am looking forward to my holiday at the end of August :)
I have three reasons to get out of bed in the morning...Cory, 7, Lucy, 3, and Nina, 1. Without me they wouldn't eat or grow and the fact that I have little fingers prying my eyes open at 7:30 every morning.
Have a Good Day, Everyone!
I love my family, my job, and my occasional "me" time. Whenever I wake up, it's for at least one of those three things. And they're worth more than $10K ... anyone who doesn't realize that deserves our sympathy.
My son's call from his crib at 5:30am every morning.
A new day and the fact that anything is possible.
I get out of bed to read the bible each morning before I do anything else. It starts my day off right.
4 kittens and a momma cat staring me in the face begging for breakfast. It is not like they haven't already had 3 meals through the night. Anyone want a free cat??
I didn't realize I had a choice. Really.
Now that I think about it, why do I? I could buy a dorm fridge for the bedside ... eat cereal all day ... read ... watch TV.
But then there's that pesky bed pan thing.
Hmmmmmm.....maybe I'll keep getting up after all.
I know that there are 100s of listeners depending on me to jump-start their day. It's more of a privelege than something I do for a paycheck.
Am interested to see the answers to this C.Beth.
I'm probably like most people - I get out of bed to earn a living and take care of my family, but I like to think that at some level it's so that I can fully experience every moment of every day.
Coffee...
Hmm...morning. Used to be my favorite part of the day was lying in my bed clinging to the remnants of sleep. Snuggled in a cozy warm, fleece-lined, memory foam topped cocoon. Then only the shear fact that I had to got me out of bed got me up. I wasn't depressed, just comfortable.
Now, as I get older I can't sleep late. My body just won't do it. Since I started writing, I love to wake up and get writing. On Mondays, after a relaxing weekend, I can't wait to fire up my computer and get started.
It would be a dream of mine to get up early every day and fix my dear family a beautiful breakfast and getting a head start on the day, but it is only a dream, after all. The reality is that what gets me out of bed every morning is an adorable little four year old yelling "IT'S WAKE UP DAY!!" into my ear.
I get out of bed most mornings so I don't lose my job, which pays substantially less than $10,000.00 a day. Other days I don't get out of bed until I'm so hungry I can't stand it. A couple times a month, I get out of bed to make a big breakfast for one or both of my sons. But for the most part, if I can stay in bed, I will.
What doesn't get me out of bed in the morning? Life's too short and there's far too much to see to stay in bed.
The fact that each day comes with a new promise of hope on Christ and the prospect of adventure that comes with being a missionary. Speaking of that, guess what just hapened to me and my family.
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I get out of bed every day because I have to in order to stay in my home. I'm from a working class family and I need to be at my job every day in order to pay the bills. It's not because I want to, it's because I have to.
Of course, I didn't get up until 1:00 this afternoon! After the stress of the big wedding this weekend, I took a mental health day at work in order to catch up on sleep. I've had little to no sleep for almost a week. It was great to be able to sleep without worrying about a deadline!
Life is worth living, life is precious. My daughter should’ve been 20 this past weekend and I should be the mother of two living children and not just one. Every day we get out of bed we celebrate and honor the lives of all those who couldn’t.
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I stole this saying from my mother. She would sit in her recliner when she was sick.
"If you stay in bed you'll end up dead".
It worked for eighty eight years for her.
Bed
I didn’t think you would be here.
So I’m lying next to you and listening
to the sound of the click
that used to come from your chest.
The absence of it.
I’ll rouse slowly, bring myself round
and head upstairs to count off your drugs
one by one into my palm.
Gratitude gets me out of bed.
I say thank you for one more day filled with endless opportunities for change and growth.
Thank you for one more chance to reach for my dreams, to turn pie-in-the-sky thoughts into solid reality.
Thank you for this moment, this breath, this new beginning.
I end each day with a thank you to God for having given me that day and a pray for another. In the morning, in the silence of sunrise, a light breeze tickling the sheets, I hear God's whisper. Its a quiet time with God where I am fading in and out of sleep listening to his voice, in the comfort of my bed. A time when I am most receptive to hearing him. I awake refreshed and ready to face the day with thankfulness and gratitude for one more day.
Keeping my independence. I want to be free of depending on others for what I need. The days I really want to stay in bed, I drag my feet to the floor and do it. Some call it stubborn. I call it determination.
I don't always get it right.. in fact, I rarely get it right but I keep going. Is there any other choice?
The fact that if I don't get up and take my dog out he will just sit at the side of the bed and whine and every few minutes jump on me, lick me and then jump back down to whine some more until I finally take him outside.
I love that doggie, but I wish he could hold his pee longer in the morning! :)
Nothing makes me get out of bed. I get out of bed because it’s the start of a new day and with each new day comes hope for the future. It’s the way life goes cycle after cycle, day after day, one eyelash at a time.
I find that it is vital for me to 1. go to bed thinking positive thoughts and 2. to go to bed having said a meaningful prayer and 3. having made a tentative list of things to do before I go to bed and 4. having reviewed some of my goals(not all because I have a lot and like to focus on a few when I go to sleep and pray and think about them. When I do this I find that I already have things to think about before I wake up.
Oh, and as you already know I am religious so I do pray for a good nights sleep too.
I do feel like, "anything is possible" is fun and exciting and I have used that to motivate me sometimes but I feel like it is not enough. What if somebody has a really bad dream and has no remembrance of the motto of anything is possible when they wake up in a fright in the morning. Perhaps one should say, now that I think about it, "anything I hope for is possible, and I am going to bloom where I stand tomorrow no matter what happens"
It must be wonderful and sometimes annoying too to have cute children of your own to wake you up in the morning as some of the commentors have stated if that makes any sense.
The quiet room (after the alarm stops screaming at me!). The emptiness of the bed. The motivation to go out into the universe, do good things, and maybe find someone to fill the void and silence.
There are so many reasons to get out of bed. I'm more intrigued by the often illogical/irrational/wonderful reasons to stay in in it.
Well obviously an alarm clock, a meeting, a class, or a job force me to get out of bed in the morning. But what truly motivates me to get out of bed? Honestly, it is breakfast. Not just any breakfast, but cereal and soy milk. We meet again every morning (or noon if I sleep in).
The sun.
As they say, "Dream is not what you see in sleep, dream is the thing which does not let you sleep", my thoughts clubbed with desires resulting in dreams make me get out of bed.
Nothing makes me get up. No force outside of myself getting sick of being in bed. Maybe I'm afraid if I stay there too long my bed and I might merge into one being: half girl, half mattress, then the world will just pass me by seeing as I've become a freakish mutant invalid.
The only time I don't feel like that is when I wake up to someone else. Then I feel that my laziness is completely justified and I curl up to them and go back to sleep.
Because really, if you have somebody to wake up to, what's the point in getting up?
Who would give my five year old his morning cereal,my seven year old his toasted bread ,my twelve year old her veggie sandwich(she's a vegetarian), my sixteen year old, a spicy kind of breakfast and my dear husband just the bread with butter and jam ..if I did n't get off the bed each morning... ????
The past few days its been because I have to take care of my 2 year old brother while my mom is at work. Because we do things together and I have the patience for it. He's not used to people having patience with him. He deserves it though, he deserves to have someone believe in him. Its sad when people give up so early.
My dogs force me out of bed in the mornings. With the dogs and cats - my morning routine has started....
The hope of it being better than yesterday.
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