I didn’t want to get up this morning. I mean, I had gotten up yesterday morning. Two days in a row seemed like a lot. Like I would be pushing myself too hard.
From my supine position, I balled my hand into a fist and raised it in the air like the angry lesbian I can sometimes be.
Why does my life have to be so hard? I cried. Life is so unfair!
It was like I was at a Melissa Etheridge concert with my raised fist and hot words. Somebody bring me some water! My mind’s a burnin’ hell! Except I was lying in bed in my comfiest flannel lounge pants and a thermal shirt.
And then I got a shower. And put on clothes. And grabbed a quick breakfast.
I went to my writers group.
It felt good to participate in life.
Sometimes I have to force myself to get out of bed. To go through the motions. To put one foot in front of the other. To have faith that everything is going to be ok. Today was one of those days.
My default is to stay in bed buried under the covers. It’s like a giant womb in there but much drier.
If I’m ever missing, you’ll know that’s where I am.
I had this mousepad made a week or so ago. I try to remember this right before I start writing or before I have to do something else that feels scary.
What about you? How do you get up when you’re feeling down?