I have a ton of things to get done, and of course I wake up feeling like I’ve been hit by a bus. My brain is fuzzy. I have one sock on, one sock off, and could definitely use a shower.
I think it must be a Murphy’s Law thing…on the days that I beg and plead with my body to behave, it completely revolts, and on days that I could be relaxing, it acts not half bad.
Lately things have been feeling rather futile, and I wonder what the point is of everything and anything. It’s so tempting to just roll over and give up, but that would a) not be a good precedent to set for younger people getting these illnesses and b) deep down it’s just not in my nature to give up.
So I’m going to grab a cup of coffee, crawl into that shower, and attempt to restore some hope into my day.
How do you all generate hope when you’re feeling rather down and out?