Sometimes I like waking up on the wrong side of the bed.

There are mornings in which I wake up, and it’s harder to wake up than other days. I feel a little bit defeated since the jump. I feel like it’s just going to be a more difficult day, or something I’ve been avoiding may show up today. So, I do what I do best. I switch things up just to see what might work out better for me. I try and figure out what I could do exactly to defeat whatever feeling it is that is trying to come down on me.

I don’t know if that works, I should probably start an experiment on it just to see what sort of routine works out best for me. Sometimes, I think I work better when I put less thought into my routine and just do something, but at that point, I feel like I have no control over what my mind wants to do. I feel like it’s only in auto-pilot, and I don’t want that. I want to be in control at all times.

Choosing to wake up on the wrong side of the bed has forced me to realize that I hate routines. I hate doing the same thing over and over again. Even though my goal is to be consistent with obtaining whatever it is I’m trying to achieve at the time, I like to throw curveballs in the smallest waves possible. Having a routine makes me look for little changes I can make and believe it or not, those small changes excite the hell out of me.

I love change; I embrace it. Even when things aren’t exactly for a particularly good reason, I look at it as an opportunity to learn something different and take advantage of whatever situation it might be. Becoming adaptable is a skill that not many people around me have had to go through. Maybe it’s time that I continue to look for ways to change.