This morning, the sunlight filtering through my curtains felt more like an unwelcome intrusion than a gentle wake-up call. I turned over, burying my face in the pillow, wishing for just a little more time. But no amount of stolen minutes could shake off the weight that seemed to cling to me like an invisible anchor.
I was supposed to get up early today. I had plans, important ones, but my body felt like it was glued to the bed. My mind whispered excuses—”You’re tired, just rest for a little while longer.” The truth was, I felt lazy, unmotivated, and entirely out of sync with the day ahead.
A quick glance at the clock jolted me into a half-sitting position. I knew I had somewhere to be. But the thought of getting dressed, stepping out, and going through the motions felt overwhelming. I stared at the ceiling, hoping the motivation would magically appear, but it didn’t.
Instead, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. One step at a time, I told myself. Just one. I swung my legs off the bed, sat for a moment to gather my strength, and then shuffled to the bathroom. The face staring back at me in the mirror looked as tired as I felt. But there was something comforting about splashing cold water on my skin—it was a small, simple act of waking myself up.
Sometimes, mornings like these aren’t about grand gestures or bursts of energy. They’re about doing the bare minimum to keep moving forward, even when you don’t feel like it. So, I brushed my teeth, changed into something comfortable, and reminded myself that it’s okay to not feel okay all the time.
The day might not be perfect, but I’m here, and that’s a start.
