Mondays, mornings and age

I find as I get older, as I am getting older, that I dislike Mondays more and more. Start of the work week. Back to the dreaded cycle of having to get up, get dressed, leave home, go work for someone else, not get paid enough, and not get to do stuff I want to do. I dislike mornings. I used to be able to do mornings. Get up bright and early. Get to work before anyone else. Now, not so much. I don't sleep straight through the night. By 6:30am or so, I am ready for a good nap. But no, I have to get up and get ready for work. Blech! I am writing this as a steady flow, stream of whateverness. The grammar is going to suck. The older I am getting the more I hate getting up in the mornings. I don't think it's so much a need as a demand to get ready for work. Sure I need money to pay the rent, buy food, etc... However, I feel that my soul doesn't "need" it that much, it's just a necessary evil for general survival. Blah blah whatever. I am amusing, at least to me.

January 2018

A lot has changed in the last five years. I'm hoping 2018 will be a good year. I don't do resolutions anymore. Now I have goals. Not that goals are more successful than resolutions. One goal is that I would like to write more, blog more. We'll see how that goes!