Best Place For All Time

Prompt for the day: The Best Place; a coffee shop? A pub? A retreat center? A cubicle? A nook?

Well, my best place has nothing to do with 2009 because this particular best place would win the prize every year. I've often been asked the question, "How (or why) do you seem to march through your daytime (we're talking at-work-days, now) with rocket energy and efficiency?" Sometimes I tell the truth and that would be a simple, one word answer: BED.

For me, when the work day (or a challenging non-work day) lies ahead, I reluctantly separate myself from BED; the horizontal position, the enveloping covers, the ultimate symbol of time that is all my own and commit myself to action. Everything I do between that moment and the time I slip back into BED, whether it be early or late evening is done with intention. It's not that I don't live those in-between moments in the now or without purpose.

Au contraire. My focus, for each DAY, is to do the best I can to (1) make it through, (2) be productive, (3) have patience with the insanity, and (4) get back into the BED knowing that my work for that particular DAY is finished. I keep my eye on the prize (BED) and just the thought keeps me moving forward with energy and grace (most of the time). Strong incentive, alluring, and gorgeous, I envision BED and press on.

The BED is my symbol that time now belongs to me. I do with it what I wish. Read. Sleep. Watch TV. Eat a hot fudge sundae. Play computer games. Waste time on Facebook. It doesn't matter because BED belongs to me.

As I write this today, it occurs to me that BED is the antithesis of my fundamental philosophy, the philosophy expressed in the the title of my blog. BED means I can forget about staying Ahead of the Wave.

Looks like someone else in the blogosphere rates BED highly as well.