FatZGL

I am so sick of just lazing around and bitching about all the things that could have been or should have been. I just want to appreciate the little things in life. Like driving in rush hour and having someone let me into the lane i really needed to get into. The colours in the sky as the sun in setting. Meteor showers. Little children laughing in the park. The rain. Old couples holding hands. ECT. ECT. ECT.

I love sleeping in. I really do. I adore sleeping in general. But as a result of my love for sleeping, i don’t wake up on time. I love sunrises. I love the fresh morning air. I love the cool morning air brush against my face as i take a walk. But i hate the whole process of pushing my bedcovers to the side and groaning my way out of bed. I just miss the warmth. But being late has cost me doctor appointments, bad impressions at work, and just a feeling of low self-worth. I intend to work on this as of tomorrow morning.

I don’t know how exactly this relates to being content with myself. However, i despise being late for work. I’ve been late every day this summer. The worst part being that i work for my dad. So i really should have a tad more respect. However, i keep thinking that maybe if i actually did something productive and worldy at work, i’d want to come in early. But then i think i’m just deluding myself. I’m late. Simple as that. I’m late to everything. I just DESPISE being late for work. It gives such a bad impression of me to the other workers.