Prepare for whining:
I’m tired. I’m tired and I don’t want to go to class today. Of course I’m going to go, but I just don’t wanna.
I just slept for 14 hours. I’m starving and it’s too late to eat before going to the 2pm class. My body is sore and wants a break. My brain wants to have a day off where I don’t have to do ANYTHING including going to fucking yoga.
The good news is that something must have shifted in my heart and brain because despite the urge to run back into bed and make up excuses about why I didn’t make it to class today, I’m still going to go. I’m going to bring my shitty attitude and my lack of desire and I’m going to bang it out in the hot room until it all goes away. And I’m going to walk out at 3:30 feeling victorious (and tired).
But until then: UGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. *pouts angrily*