It is so easy to keep reaching for more, to keep doing, to keep pushing, to keep striving. It is so easy because the noisy momentum of an achievement happy world keeps pushing on us to be more, have more, do more.
my eyes opened perky in their sockets. unlike most recent mornings, i could feel them already awake. /my eyes are awake./ it was still dark out.
i flip the covers over. my toes slide out of the just right temperature of bed to the cool smooth floor. my arms and legs move slowly, i'm like a molasses bottle fresh out of the fridge. but my eyes are awake. they are perky in their sockets.