One thing remains a bit of a mystery (Well, not just one, but this is flavor of the day!). Why does the identified mind continue to feel the compulsion to pounce on us with anxieties and concerns the moment we open our eyes in the morning? It doesn’t make a lot of sense. I can’t speak for my friend, but for my part I generally surrender to sleep with thoughts of gratitude for the day that I have had the delight of experiencing. Sleep comes easily. I sleep well. Morning arrives without the jarring voice of an alarm. Instead, my thoughts seem to feel compelled to slap me awake. I know it was not always like this. As a child one springs from bed full of joy and eager to greet the day. Since resistance what is is what holds a pattern in place, I guess the better question  is why do I object to being slapped awake by my identity?  I just do.