So there I sat on the couch in my parent’s kitchen. I was visiting home from university and was just going to spend a few days there. I had tried writing earlier but I felt stuck and tired so I did what anyone in my shoes would do.

I took a nap. 

When I awoke I was hungry, but as I sat on the couch adjacent to the fridge I was too tired to move. I didn’t feel like standing up because I was interrupted from my sleep, so my mind was still a bit hazy. 

Within that foggy mess, I knew one thing. I needed food. 

In the fridge, there were all the ingredients I needed to make a sandwich. I just had to take the 3 steps towards the fridge, lay out all the ingredients on the counter and prepare my meal. 

Although right in front of me, the fridge seemed so far away and I was way too comfortable on the couch to even consider moving. 

For more context, I don’t have the healthiest relationship with food so I just thought I could starve myself a little bit more and get up when I felt like it when I was fully awake. 

And that’s when it hit me, how close we were to things in life but just refused to get up and reach for them until we felt like it. 

We had made plans, everything was set, all that was left was to get the ball rolling, to make the move. 

Just 3 steps lay before me and the fridge but at that moment they didn’t feel like just 3 steps. So I had to force myself to get up and make the sandwich knowing I had a lot to still accomplish before the end of the day and a headache from prolonged starvation was going to slow down that chain of events. 

That couch may be comfortable but the thought of not being able to complete my agenda for today and having them pile up by tomorrow wasn’t an option, whether or not I felt like it. 

So get up and get to work because those steps will always be between you and the fridge if you don’t make a move now. 

Or don’t and let the hunger sink in.

 It was all up to you. 

Even as I write this, my mind is still a bit foggy but at least I’m no longer hungry because I got up.