Friday, June 25, 2010

We are the stories we tell ourselves. ?

Walking to work today in a half-sleepy, half-slowed-by-the-warm-sun pace, little half thoughts bumped around in my head as I watched the yoga-pants and sneaker-clad go by. A bit of envy for the time set aside and toned limbs; impressed by the look of daily effort.

God, I hate them. I'll never be one of those workout in the morning people.

And then I snapped a bit more awake and reoriented myself in my life. Riiiight.... I've forced myself to be one of them. I was just earlier.

Good morning! Now, if only I could wake up from the sleepies...

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