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They say humans can adapt to anything, but we certainly take a while to pull it off.
Sometimes, or often, you never feel like you've caught up on the rest you need.
When I first tried to juggle, it seemed logical and easy and I picked it up immediately. Then somebody suggested I go for four balls. I was too afraid to try. This doesn't seem like much, but I realized, it's another one of those amazing metaphors I want to think apply to me. I think I can do just about anything, but I never believe I'm good enough to be one of the best.
Waking up from a nap can be taxing. You should wake up refreshed and rested. Instead, I wonder how long I've been asleep, and I can't figure out if I still need to go to bed at my usual time.
I never thought I'd say this, but I don't like the end of spring and beginning of summer. The sun sets a half hour after my bed time. A half hour. This, among other things, is additional inspiration to quit my job since I still get home when everybody else does.
I would also like to add, I'm a whiner, and nobody wants to hear it, and nobody cares. Including me. It's not a good sign when you annoy yourself for the repetitive nature of your own complaints. But I'll still wake up and do it all over again tomorrow. The things I hate, and complaining about them. This is the opposite of a proactive approach.
I'm going to bed now, the sun has almost set. On what? Lots of things.
Sometimes, or often, you never feel like you've caught up on the rest you need.
When I first tried to juggle, it seemed logical and easy and I picked it up immediately. Then somebody suggested I go for four balls. I was too afraid to try. This doesn't seem like much, but I realized, it's another one of those amazing metaphors I want to think apply to me. I think I can do just about anything, but I never believe I'm good enough to be one of the best.
Waking up from a nap can be taxing. You should wake up refreshed and rested. Instead, I wonder how long I've been asleep, and I can't figure out if I still need to go to bed at my usual time.
I never thought I'd say this, but I don't like the end of spring and beginning of summer. The sun sets a half hour after my bed time. A half hour. This, among other things, is additional inspiration to quit my job since I still get home when everybody else does.
I would also like to add, I'm a whiner, and nobody wants to hear it, and nobody cares. Including me. It's not a good sign when you annoy yourself for the repetitive nature of your own complaints. But I'll still wake up and do it all over again tomorrow. The things I hate, and complaining about them. This is the opposite of a proactive approach.
I'm going to bed now, the sun has almost set. On what? Lots of things.