I’m not really fond of receiving messages early in the morning -especially if they are subtly minatory and a bit demanding.
When you think about it, it’s amazing how say a three messages arriving one after the other, could ruin your Monday morning pep talk about how this week will be a better one.
If this morning was a preview of the week that will be, I’m f*cked.
On a brighter note, I did manage to deal with the day’s irritation and anxiety during the evening jog. There’s one good use of an hour.
I get to push all the negative thoughts out just because I don’t have much energy left for thought. Coming home drained from my supposedly daily jog ensures a good night’s sleep.
Here’s to hoping for a better day tomorrow.