Today I woke up with the blahs.
Ok, it might be more significant that having the “blahs.” It was more weighty. Some morning I wake up with a certain gravity that pulls me down. I am heavy metal and the bed is my electro-magnet.
It was a beautiful morning. The sun was shining, there was not a cloud in the sky, and the air was fresh with potential. I finally had enough escape velocity to get in the shower and get ready to go. I walked the dog, ate a banana, and was off to the office on my bike. This was on 7 hours of sleep. I even got paid!
I have a three-day weekend, fun stuff with the boys planned, and there is nothing that seems wrong.
I did everything correctly to feel good. But I did not feel right with the world then, and I have not since. I am productive at work today, but even that may not help the shadow over my head.
Sometimes I just wake up that way and stay that way until the next morning. I just have to move through the day as if nothing is wrong.
Maybe I should have known I would wake up in a funk when this song was the most awesome thing I heard yesterday.
Naw… That’s not it at all. That song just rocks!