I wasn’t going to get out of bed. I hadn’t slept more than a couple of hours the night before, and so when the alarm went off at 6, I went straight past snoozing to turning it off. At 7:30, my friend Jill texted me and told me to get out and take pictures of the gorgeous frost. The mental boxing match between the artist and the sleep deprived sloth began.
“There will be other frosty mornings.” said the sloth.
“Just get up and throw a coat on and go. You don’t even need to leave the neighborhood.” said the artist.
“Stop taking this photography thing so seriously. It’s not like you’re getting paid for it.” said the sloth.
“You’re going to regret this in 2 hours when the frost is gone.” said the increasingly panicked artist.
The sloth sensed that the artist was starting to win so she began using shaming logic:”Your neighbors already think you’re odd, so if you go tromping around their yards, you’re not going to help anything. So, that means you’re going to have to drive all the way out to the lakes to avoid being seen with your greasy hair and your puffy mattress creased face. By that time it will be too late. Just get some sleep.”
“Ok, you don’t need to put pressure on yourself to go, just at least get up and look out the window.” the artist coaxed.
And that did it. One look at my neighbor’s pine tree and I was throwing on the smartwools and a baseball cap and I was out the door.
2016 score: Artist-1; Sloth-0