1. get into my comfies (you know, your comfies, your comfie old clothes that can still pass for outdoor clothes but are only one degree separated from pyjamas)
2. wrap myself in blue blankie (you know, that trusted blanket that is big enough that it can envelop and cover every angle of even the largest adult plus it has to be really soft – even velvety may be an option)
3. eat cheese and crackers and try not to get crumbs all through velvety blue blankie (almost impossible)
4. play patience on my phone ( I don’t even like games but here we are)

And I have done it again.

Created the perfect storm for my battery to wind down at high speed, and guess who’s snoozing on the couch?

That wasn’t a trick question.

It’s MEEEEEE.

Comfortable couch, clothes, and blanket + warm and cosy in both vibes and temperature + snacks nom nom nom + trying to concentrate on one thing + evening time after a day of work = and guess what, it’s not surprising that I’m asleep.

What I have just described is a known set of variables that create an ideal environment for me to fall asleep.

What I hadn’t thought of before this evening (with any clarity anyway), is that this is also the worst environment for me to make decisions.

Yet, how often do I try?

Wellllll, I’m on that couch pretty much every evening, so my guess is, a lot of decisions get attempted. And totally fail. And this is yet another narcolepsy insight that only occurs to me as one complete thought (like I said, with any clarity) after 30-odd years of making decisions half-awake/half-asleep from cosy couches.

To give you a taste of the decision-making action, my classic request of my partner from earlier tonight was, “sweet treats or chips, maybe twisties or licorice please” as he was heading out the door. “From the little dairy. You can get them from the little dairy,” I said helpfully, when I knew he wasn’t heading in the direction of the supermarket. He looked at me. There was a pause. The eye contact from him was a little bit uncomfortable. His eyebrows did that questioning thing. That, “reeeeaallly? are you sure you reeeeeaalllly want to eat junk?” And of course, from the comfie, cosy corner of the couch, wrapped up like a little toastie cheese roll in my blue blankie, half awake/half asleep, hell YES, I was certain.

I got the eyebrows again. And the suggestion that there were grapes in the fridge that carry a 5-star health rating, cos, errrr, like, they grow in the wilderness and are real food delights.

So he left. And I settled in on the couch for a grunty game of patience, followed by a side of mahjong. I was actually playing really well, and started to wake up a bit in the process. So, in that surge of new energy moment, I got off the couch. Started to move around. Saw there were dishes to do in the kitchen, so decided to be productive.

And as I got to washing the dishes, getting into that nice flow state, this is when I realised that I had been making bad decisions from the couch.

Arghhh! What was I thinking???

Not long before dinner I had a very good internal conversation between me and me, that had been very agreeable and definite in declaring a more healthy approach to eating. This new healthy me was the way forward. All the me’s had been in agreement. But of course, that was pre-comfie-blanket-couch zone.

New rule for myself.

Decisions need to be made standing up.

Only standing up decisions will stand.

Sit down decisions are not to be taken seriously. In fact, they should probably be ignored.