Monday mornings are like those first climbs on the gar-gant-tu-win hills of a roller coaster. Moving ever so slowly to the steady click clack of the incline. Perhaps its the anticipation of the unknowing that lies ahead, or the struggle to jump start an idoling motor from the weekend's cruise control.
I'm motivation-less.
My butt on my bed feels like heaven, the thought of staying planted right here for the rest of the day is too good to be true. possibly because it's the one thing I want & know I absolutely cant have.
Somedays I wonder what it would be like to still be in the service. The fact that laxidasical laziness was so overlooked and the motivated amugst the mediocrate made no difference. Ah the inability to get fired sounds so appealing.
I am talking myself out of doing what I must.
Time to shutup. getup. and go.
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