So far, the morning has gone extremely well — from the alarm clock at 10 o’clock, I’ve already felt pretty much ready to go, listening to “What’s The Story Morning Glory” by Oasis.
By the time the track “She’s Electric” comes on, I’m feeling full of energy myself, and I start to breeze through breakfast and cleaning up the general clutter around the kitchen with ease. Then, all of a sudden, it feels like total engine failure.
My next aim was to take some exercise before heading towards the office, but I just didn’t feel motivated to do that. Suddenly, I’m getting worked up about all the clutter in the front room of the house. When Mum and younger brother came round for a meal on Sunday, it was all looking so tidy, but mum brought a whole load of stuff with her that I’d left behind why stayed with her whilst the house was getting renovated, and now I feel like it’s back to square one.
In my notebook, I trying to map out a simple diagram of my options — but next to each one there is a blockage. Top of the list is dry to the health club and go for a swim (but where will I park the car afterwards), next is go for a bike ride (uncomfortable seat, couldn’t be bothered to the change into cycling gear), or I could just go for a jog (feeling irritated by hayfever, jogging around grassland doesn’t really seem so sensible).
The fourth option is to stick around and do some more household clearance, but that seems like far too much of an uphill struggle.
This all seems incredibly pathetic, but hopefully it shows how quickly my outlook can turn from being extremely bright, and ready to go, to feeling sluggish are not able to do the most basic of tasks. This change can literally happen in an instant, and before I have time to think about what’s happened, I crawl back to bed, and I won’t be getting up until after six that evening.