The Other Side of the Bed

other side of the bed I woke up this morning, as I do most mornings, with a start. My brain was already shifting into third gear while my body hadn’t even yet contemplated if there were still coffee in the freezer. This is my universe’s way of giving me a teeeeeeeeny tiiiiiiiiiny middle finger each morning. “Fuck you. Date a barista,” it seems to say.

But I woke up on the other side of the bed today.

Aside from my bed being a ghetto, full-sized futon decked out with a four-inch memory foam topper that, had I the inclination to donate it to charity, both Goodwill and the Salvation Army would respectfully decline, I’m a “still sleeper.” I wake up in the same place I fell asleep. If I slip into the left side of the bed, the covers on the right are hotel maid-perfect the next morning. And last night, I slipped into the right side of the bed, abandoning the left size due to a divot of unknown origin. So what that meant for my morning was this:

  • When the alarm went off, it was significantly out of “smack” range.
  • In reaching for the alarm in a semi-awake state, I rolled over on top of two cats, eliciting a hiss and something that sounded like a moose that cross-bred with a cow telling me to stick it.
  • I was completely disoriented when I flipped on the lamp, wondering why the hell I had to travel through wildlife-laden territories to turn off the godforsaken alarm.

Things looked different.

And it was nice. Super duper. And even more so when I had the first cup of coffee in me.

When you wake up on the other side of the bed, you begin your day out of your comfort zone. Funny – we were comfy all night while sleeping, but the minute we’re put back into consciousness, the other side of the bed puts us in a state of discovery. Where am I? What happened? What do I need to do? What’s next?

I could apply metaphor after exhausting metaphor to finding a new way to see things, but this morning, I lived one. And as a result of something so simple. And between you and me? I’m still on the right side of the bed. Space heater kickin’, laptop clickin’ — uncomfortable never felt so comfy. So I’m curious – what was your PHYSICAL hallelujah moment? We get the emotional and metaphysical ones dumped on us to no end…weigh in. What got you out of the comfy place?

38 comments
Sal Vilardo
Sal Vilardo

With 3 kids and one on the way, you can imagine my surprise when I walk upstairs to get in bed, only to find a preggo mama and three little ones sprawled all across the bed. The funny part is, the smallest of the three actually takes up the most space as he lays SIDEWAYS. Now, if you think sleeping on the other side of the bed will get you discombobulated, try sleeping in a ball at the foot of your bed. Yes, the alarm still goes off at 0:dark30 and yes, you instinctively roll over to smack the electronic rooster only, much like Wiley E. Coyote, you plummet to certain doom. The part that really catches you off guard, though, is when your brain finally kicks in as to what is going on, you have already been laying on the floor in a state of shock for the last 2 minutes while your alarm still blares. Yes, Charlie Brown, this is life.

Lyn Reid
Lyn Reid

Let's see... My 8 yr old son was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes, 9 months later my 7 yr old son tears his ACL and meniscus ( has had 4 surgeries since then ) , 4 months later my husband was dx with pancreatic cancer. At that time I thought, why me. Now I realize that others have it much worse.

The Redhead
The Redhead

O.o --- WOW. Well, I hope the trip turned out to be favorable! (Definitely sounds memorable)

Matt Given
Matt Given

I've got a "now I am out of my comfy-zone" story for ya, but it doesn't end with an awwwwwwww. How about a torn carotid artery while skiing on new years day? Before you go to my house to pick it clean of all my good shit, this isn't the Monty Python, spurting blood out of the side of your head, make peace with your maker kind of injury. But it is the 24/7 rocket headache, no physical activity, takes 4 to 6 months to heal kind of deal. I wasn't even really sure what a f'in neurologist actually did before this!! Fuck! I mean, I went from almost breaking 10 hours at Ironman Hawaii, to feeling like an old person, fast. But, here's the good news. Shit happens for a reason. It takes time, but you eventually learn that stuff like this doesn't happen to you, it happens for you. It also learns you that you are capable of handling more than you think you can handle. Comfy zones are comfy, until they're not. MG (it'll be 73 on Saturday in Boulder......perfect for a slow, comfy, back-on-the-bike base ride)

The Redhead
The Redhead

I'm still in the "why jump out of a perfectly good plane" phase myself :)

Dru
Dru

Great post (as I've come to expect from you) and great question. My physical hallelujah moment come as the result of a dare. I was with some colleagues talking about a subject I've since forgotten. I was my usual excited self and made the comment, "God, it must be like skydiving! How fantastic would that be - to see your fear right there in front of you and leap anyway?!" I'll never forget my friend Wayne as he looked at me and said softly, "SO when will you go sky diving?" Huh? Why would I fling myself out of a plane at 10,ooo feet strapped to the back of a stranger? Why?! Because he saw what I hadn't: that it excited and scared the bejeesus out of me AND because it was a physical demonstration of what I ask my clients to do everyday - look at what's stopping them, experience all the discomfort that goes with it, tell the truth about what they really want and go for it. So I did. I've never laughed so hard and felt so nauseous. It was THE BEST.

Barbara
Barbara

Quitting my job and moving to another state to be closer to my son with absolutelty NO idea how I was going to buy groceries, or rent or gas for that matter. Waking up that first morning was such a feeling of absolute freedom and right then I knew I was forever unemployable. So I started my own biz.

heatherrast
heatherrast

#1, two lines on the EPT test. That's what hubs & I get for sharing a toothbrush. Or something. #2, each time I've relocated to another city (AGAIN) for job opportunities. Fresh starts cut both ways. #3, when I started a contemporary romance thriller and 3,000 words just flew out of the 'puter keyboard. I can totally finish baking that one of these days. It just took being "let go" (read: forced time at home, kids driving me batty) for me to actually try it.

Valery Satterwhite
Valery Satterwhite

Moxie. It keeps finding newer, bigger, more delicious comfy places to snuggle into.

ColinP
ColinP

That reminds me of the time I woke up in Moscow. In high school I was able to be part of a school exchange for a week, didn't speak a lick of Russian but they needed bodies so off I went. After a very long trip, around 36 to 40 hours I finally made it to Moscow. In a daze I followed someone, who apparently knew who I was to their home and promptly fell asleep. When I woke up the next morning I had absolutely no idea whereinthehell I was and I could hear people speaking in a foreign language. It took about 20 minutes for my brain to fill in the missing pieces.

Hstrykid
Hstrykid

First, my comfy place is the cubicle I've sat in for most of 18 years. I'll let that shit sink in. Second, I have had the feeling that a change is needed for several years now but haven't made any leaps of faith due to financial obligations of the child support kind. But, now with my amazing daughter in college, that leap of faith is getting a lot less scary. But, I've still been casting about to figure out exactly what or where the leap should take me. Until last Christmas, when a simple cup of hot tea made me understand where I could go. In was visiting my daughter at her school outside Boston and she took me into the city for the day. It was bitter cold so we stopped at Tealuxe for a cup of hot tea. And, I realized how awesome it would be to have my own tea shop - free wifi, comfy chairs, tea - a place to hang out or study. And, while I'm still in the cubicle, I'm doing my research and preparation to actually take the leap INTO my tea shop.

Ingrid Oliphant
Ingrid Oliphant

Top down, sun on face, 120 mph worth of "WoooooooooooooooHoooooooooooooooo" after telling the car to "Let 'er rip, tater chip!"

Darien Goldman
Darien Goldman

We got a new Cane Corso puppy 7 months ago who just turned a year old. I've never had dogs growing up since my parents were never pet people, so my husband and I got this lovely wigglebutt as our first thing to own together. Waking up after the first night she slept in our bed was an amazing experience. She fell asleep between us, and sometime in the night we had both tried to cuddle the puppy and ended up with our arms around each other and the puppy in between. We are both solitary sleepers, so it seems Nyxe had silently broken something within us. She still sleeps on the bed, and is a constant reminder to bring us close to each other one more time before we sleep, no matter the negative that may have happened that day.

Jeff Harbert
Jeff Harbert

My girlfriend and I were taking a walk in large park not far from our house. We were talking about Firefly before we'd left home and we continued the conversation on our walk. I had an explosion of creativity like I'd never had before. I put fingers to keyboard when we got home and let flow a few paragraphs. It felt really great. My brain is at its creative best outdoors, which was a great discovery to make. Now insert the long interruption that is winter. Sigh.

TravelnLass
TravelnLass

Likewise... try just sleeping with your head at the FOOT of the bed. Truly a whole 'nuther universe to wake up to.

The Redhead
The Redhead

I approve this message. That's a great feeling, isn't it? Werd...

CortneyJacobs
CortneyJacobs

oooh...physical "ah ha" moment was the first day I ran for a full mile without slowing down. FINALLY knew I was more than just a schlub-uh-blub. Yes. That IS a made up word. Enjoy.

Tamra Wagner
Tamra Wagner

What got me out of my comfy place? An early morning text message consisting of an erotic offer from someone in another state.

John Lutter
John Lutter

I wish I had your enthusiasm. When I wake up, I go, "Fuck..."

D.T. Pennington
D.T. Pennington

That first true day of spring, when I can drive too fast with all the windows open while I feel the fresh sun burn my winter-whitened forearm. Pretty much does it for me.