• Shane Dillon

The Snooze Button Challenge

“WAH, WAH, WAH, WAH, WHAP!” Peter Drunkanother slaps the snooze button buying another ten minutes of sleep.


“WAH, WAH, WAH, WAH, WHAP!” And another ten minutes of sleep bought.


And so on…


“Holy hey Zeus. It’s already 6:45,” Peter Drunkanother says in defeat to his girlfriend, who is curled up beside him in bed with her pillow wrapped around her ears. “Why didn’t you get me out of bed? I’m going to be late.


“You want me to get you out of bed?” she replies. “You’re the one who has to go to work. Get yourself out of bed. I’m not your mother.”


Just another day in the life of Peter Drunkanother. He pops up, rushes to the bathroom to brush his teeth and to splash some water on his face. Then charges out the door while finishing putting his clothes on. No time for breakfast.


Like his snooze button, Peter repeats this routine day after day. He’s been an insurance salesman for ten years and each day is indistinguishable from the last. Reach out to new clients and follow up with old ones.



“WAH, WAH, WAH, WAH, WHAP!” Repeat.


Reach out to new clients and follow up with old ones.


“WAH, WAH, WAH, WAH, WHAP!” Repeat.


“Heck, it’s a paycheck,” he tells himself. But a paycheck for what? What is the purpose of his job or how he is using his time? His life?


The more money he makes, well I guess the bigger house he gets, the newer car he rolls in, and the better seats he gets at the Bear’s game. He’s living the dream, the American Dream.


“Honey, I’m home!” Peter walks in the door and walks straight to the kitchen for a beer.


“How was work today, babe?” his wife asks, looking up from her cellphone.


“Great, I picked up a couple of new clients and landed tickets to Justin Sleeper’s concert this weekend.


“What? You’re the best. You know I love Justin Sleeper,” she replies.


Does all of this sound familiar?


It does to me, because I lived this lifestyle, in some capacity, for a few years in my twenties—no more though. The more clients I hounded, the bigger the paycheck, the more stuff I could buy, the bigger the loans I could qualify for, the more debt I chased. Making money meant spending money. It was a vicious cycle and one I could never really get ahead of. Satisfaction came in short wins, but it wasn’t everlasting happiness. My debts just kept piling up and no matter how much money I made, there was never enough.


Student loans were a drain.


Vacations were too short and too expensive.


Friends always seemed to have more.


And my snooze button kept haunting me every morning!


Speaking of snooze buttons, how many times do you hit your snooze button each morning?


There have been times in my life when I would hit my snooze button for an entire hour, before peeling myself out of bed. And guess what? I wasn’t happy to be getting up or to be going to work.


How more obvious could it be? My life was going nowhere. I didn’t want to face the day. I was miserable.


Let’s for a second use our snooze buttons as a gauge of happiness. The more you hit your snooze button, the unhappier you are.


On the contrary. If you pop right out of bed, waking up a minute before your alarm goes off, well I am guessing, you’re a happy camper.


How about we call this the “Snooze Button Challenge.” Think about it, how many times you hit your snooze button, and how does that correlate to your happiness?


I’ll go first. This morning, I woke up and didn’t hit the snooze button once. A far cry from the old days when I used to hit my snooze button four or five times. Now, there’s more happiness in my life, and I’m doing the things that I love: learning, creating, and exploring. I didn’t get to this point overnight, it’s something I planned for and worked hard to make happen.

Stop the madness! Identify the things in your life that make you happy, really happy. Then, figure out how you can spend your life doing more of those things...and Repeat.


Remember, you write your own script.




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