Successfully Homeless

“In order to change, we must be sick and tired of being sick and tired.” - Unknown.

Well, today was that day when a change wasn’t precipitated by optimism or a glee club cheerleading session of awesomeness on the horizon. Rather, it manifested out of an inability to wrestle my shoes on. A fugitive’s angst of seeing an unknown number pop up on my phone. A fatigue so deep seeded that synaptic transmissions are labored.

That’s the kind of tired I’m living.

Although I am not entirely physically ill, I am vomiting uncontrollably from my soul. My spirit lies fetal next to the toilet of life, wretching and pleading for someone to rub a cold compress across my flushed neck. 

That’s the kind of sick I’m battling.

...and that’s the kind of motivation that I apparently needed to get my ass in gear!

Simply put, I’ve had enough. My emotional guts are void of bile and the fever of apathy is breaking. It’s a sad version of inspiration, but it’s inspiration nonetheless.