Some mornings find me bursting with energy, full of get up and go. I work hard at the hospital , rustle up desserts at home, make up new stories to tell my little one…I’m full of ideas, I’m sure that from today onwards, I’ll be good, make a difference.
On other days, I oversleep and spend the day jaded and inert. I can barely move myself, and moving the world seems to be like a very poor joke. I hate myself on these days, but, I’m wondering now, must I? Is it so difficult to accept 2 phases - the awake and rest cycles - of my own body and mind?
And here’s a thought – if the earth moves to some pre ordained rhythm, perhaps I am doing less harm – more good? by sitting still…
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