Life sometimes doesn’t start till 10 some mornings, or I should say most mornings lately. The darkness presses down on me and I am happy to stay in bed, listening to Sheba being fed, smelling the rich aroma of coffee being made. I snuggle deeper into the comforter. What is there to do anyways in the dark?
I am unable to think or feel beyond the sensation of nothingness. Of course it is impossible to stay in bed indefinitely. One can get bored in the void. I reason that there must be others like me. I cannot be the only one.
So I sighed and threw back the covers and swung my legs over the edge. The simple act of doing this one thing led to other things….getting dressed, brushing my teeth, washing my face. In other words it led to what is call living.
Sometimes it takes a lot of effort of putting one foot in front of the other. You have to train and practice until it becomes a habit. After that you can put one foot in front of the other even when you think your life stinks.
It’s taken me a long time to get here. I have cried and whined a river and an ocean. But nobody can live my life for me except me so I have to haul my own ass out of bed, dress and show up every morning in person. Man, it’s hard!