Last night I did not want to go to bed. I resisted as long as I could. Finally, I asked myself out of frustration, “What the heck is going on here?”
The answer was a juicy one…
I realized that going to bed means to me that the day is over and it’s time to work. Sure, there’s the big span of time when I’m sleeping, but I’m not conscious for that. And yes, there’s some time in the morning before I sit down to work, but I fill that time with rituals that can feel work-like, i.e. I “have to” do them. Or I “should” do them.
So there’s two major unconscious (now conscious) beliefs there:
- Going to bed equals the end of MY time.
- I have to do my morning rituals because that’s the right thing to do.
Clearly, both based on flawed perceptions.
The first assumes that my work time is not MY time. There’s a powerless feeling in that. If not my time, then whose? The second assumes that there’s a right and a wrong. There’s a judgment in that.
In both cases, the shift will be in taking more responsibility for my choices and owning my work time. And cultivating more passion and joy in my work and my rituals. And the good news is that each day at bedtime I will have another opportunity to confront these limiting beliefs. Hurray for me! 
Nice. I like those “aha” moments where I can see what’s going on in my head, what I didn’t realize before.