dan-pearce-single-dad-laughingMy alarm went off this morning at 8:50 AM and I lay there with impossibly heavy and puffy eyes for the longest time before I could finally open them. I only set an alarm so that I wouldn’t stay in bed all day.

Humaning is hard sometimes.

As I lay there with those closed, heavy, puffy eyes, one thought kept circulating in and out of my vast rotation of thoughts which were ranging from I want to die, to Yes, life is going to be SO good and YAY for new beginnings, to I never want to move again, to I want to go do a triathlon right this second! The thought which kept popping in and out of all of it was, Oh my God, why would I share what I wrote last night?

Humaning is hard sometimes.

Other thoughts pressed heavier and heavier against my eyes. I want to make so many bad decisions right now. SO many. And, you’re strong, man, time to make all the healthiest, best decisions ever! Also, I will never, ever, ever love again, and My god, I just want to be loved right now by anyone.

Humaning is hard sometimes.

At 9:36 AM, I finally forced my eyes open and looked at the clock. Definitely no reason to get up yet. I closed my eyes, welcoming the tsunami of teeter-tottering thoughts which had been engulfing my being.

Humaning is hard sometimes.

The thought kept coming back. Oh my God, why would I share what I wrote last night?

Again. And again. And again. The thought returned.

Why would I write that? Why would I share that?

Humaning is hard sometimes.

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