This morning while drinking a cup of coffee I realized
I had slept nine hours yet my limbs were still tired and my brain foggy.
I drank the rest of my coffee and dressed for the gym anyway.
While at the gym my legs screamed in protest and my arms cried out loud.
I finished my squats and did my cool down anyway.
My morning passed by with the speed of a snail while I
picked out my favorite shirt and did my makeup
I learned a while back that if I wanted happiness I would have to
stop waiting for it and instead
go out and grab it.
That meant no longer wallowing in self pity when life
doesn’t seem to be going my way.
That meant waking up and expecting a good day not because the world owed me
a thing but because I would
make it for myself.