Waking up never felt so hard.
It sometimes hurts like stepping on a glass shard.
Hitting so hard like getting hit by truck.
When I my alarm goes off, I often tell myself “What the fuck.”
That first step out of bed is always a tough one.
I know it’s the best way for me to have a good day and try to have some fun.
As I get dressed and brush my teeth, I think about how I’m about to have day.
When I visualize a positive outlook, I imagine a day better than yesterday.
From the alarm to that first coffee
I know that’s how I can start to feel more like me.
It’s not crutch rather than an activity to energize and get me started.
Without this start every day, I have the potential to feel like a good day has already departed.
Throughout the day I try to stay active.
Staying busy is the best way for me to keep sane and not act in the retroactive.
It’s not always flowers and daisies.
But the more I try, the better chance have at getting a case of the lazys.