It was that time every morning where it's too early to wake up but to late to get back to sleep. But still, I woke up. Shirtless. Noticing the full blast coming from the fan. But I ain't cold. I'm alive. Still alive. And I must be thankful for it. I am. But not that too sincere.
"It's Sunday." I uttered to myself. And I thought those who are sleeping sound at the moment. How lucky of them. And here I am. Thinking whether I should be preparing for something I don't feel like doing. I'm going to a place where I no longer feel the acceptance and belongingness. It felt like they have killed my passion for my chosen profession. Not totally though.
How's that for a motivation.
Anyway, I tried to pass through those negativity and started moving. Bearing in mind any possible source of happiness I needed for my shift. I'm like looking forward in dealing some dementors so I badly needed a good Patronus Charm or they'll suck the life out of me.
Well, I don't have to rant too much, for the day has just started. Oh how I wish to end it immediately. I still have five remaining days to surpass and I ain't too excited about it. I'll just pat myself on the back for these early positiveness. flop.
So for now. I'll just leave you a Good Morning.Labels: life, self