Do you ever wake up and feel more tired than when you went to sleep? Where you feel like you have 10 lb weights dragging you down with every step?
Everything seems to take so much more effort than normal, even the simplest acts take a cheesy b-movie level inspirational speech to garner up enough motivation to move. I'm crabby, not so much because I'm grumpy, but because being nice seems to take so much effort.
It's shaping up to be one of those weeks when just being alive, getting up every morning seems to sap me dry. Not for any particular reason, nothing I can point to or fix.
It's just the way of things sometimes. Occasionally life feels less like an active task, something you can push and shape with will and effort, and more like riding out a storm. Sure, you do all you can to stay afloat, but you never know what weather patterns are going to hit, and just as quickly as they roll in, the fade away and bring in something utterly new and unpredictable.
One morning, maybe tomorrow, maybe not, I'll wake up refreshed and happy, eager and energetic, with just as much explanation and warning as all this.
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