It’s so hard to get out of bed these days. Actually, it’s been hard for longer than a year. I used to wake up just as the sun was rising and go outside to move. Walk, run, both…it didn’t matter. I remember how alive I felt. Energetic. Light down to my soul.
I haven’t felt that way in a long time. Motivated. Alive. Light.
I keep trying. But something, usually sleep or the all-too-difficult pain from moving, gets in the way.
Being fit and happy seems like a distant memory.