Almost every morning I hate being alive. Or well, in the sense that my body feels as if it's rejecting the fact that it has to come around from sleeping and transform into a nice human that people are ok with talking to. ha! So I don't actually mind, but my bodies feelings are very convincing to a tired self. I like being awake. I like waking up early before "the world", or rather "troubles around" begin(s). I like to wake up and make eggs. Eggs with strong coffee and toast (to make a sandwich out of the eggs). Making these things, and digesting them, really wake me up and prepare my mind to accept the day.
I really react well to digestive processes. And I react very poor when it's not an option to my curcumstance. Especially with waking up.
Now to read a book and FURTHER my process.
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