If you are a drinker of alcoholic beverages, you may know the phenomena that occurs when one has had an excess of the adult beverage. Your confidence peaks and wondrous ideas fill your mind. You feel as though you are – to quote one Leonardo DiCaprio character – ‘King of the world!’
Yes, then you go to bed. When you wake in the morning, the wondrous ideas that filled your mind are replaced with a pounding head. The idea to start a company selling ice cubes doesn’t hold the same appeal as it did the previous night. The passionate and thought-out plan to ‘stick it to the man’ suddenly sounds like a death sentence, and you scrap the idea.
My days of overindulging in adult beverages are a thing of the past, but I still experience moments when my head is filled with grandiose ideas and plans. These ideas and plans typically flood my brain in the morning, while I am riding the caffeine high.
I will go for a walk today! I will clean out my closet! I will get caught up on the laundry! I will organize my sock drawer! I will write a novel!
Yes, when I am enjoying my first cup of coffee, I am invincible; I am full of ideas and goals; mentally, I am able to face every task, tackling each one through to completion. By the second cup of coffee, my day is set, and I am ready to start tackling.
Case in point, this morning: I’m slowly sipping and enjoying the freshly brewed coffee. The kids aren’t home, and the house is quiet. I turn on my laptop and check out the usual distractions: email, Facebook and Twitter. Suddenly, a flurry of ideas run though my mind.
I find myself inspired by the goals of others, and I decide to jump on the band wagon. “I am going to walk a mile a day!” “I will take a picture every day throughout the entire year!” “I have two great ideas for drabbles! I’m going to write those bad boys today.” “Hey! I haven’t rearranged the furniture in several weeks. I think I’ll do that today.” “Oh man! I have a great idea for a post. I’ll start on it right away.”
Fast forward two hours – I’m back on the couch, overwhelmed with the day ahead, flustered by the flurry of ideas, craving a nap and waiting for sunrise and the next cup of invincibility (black please, no cream or sugar).
Throw me a lifeline or an IV-drip, caffeine. I’m counting on you to carry me through the year.