I am not really a morning person. Generally speaking, I find it easy to wake up early, but that doesn’t mean I’m happy about it. I think most of the time, I get up out of obligation. I have work to attend to, I have to finish some school work, it’s my turn to make a meal…
Don’t get me wrong, I love being of service. It’s just difficult to get up sometimes, especially when you know the extent of the obligations you have to carry out during the day. I try my best to have a good ten minutes just meditating, but most of the time, the to-do list just run on and on in my head.
So one morning, on our way to work, this song comes on. It was absolutely motivating. I looked for a lyric video, so you can see what I mean.
I remember when Tatay died. I couldn’t sleep. I kept thinking in my head how are we going to move on from this. What do we do next? What will I be at work? How will my wedding be? Who will my mother grow old with now? Where do we go next? It’s just a barrage of questions over and over.
I don’t know how I got to bed. Or how long it was before I actually slept, really slept. More so, how I got up. But I did. I got up, I did my sun salutations, I made breakfast, took a shower, went to work. And then I hit repeat.
This song brought back all those memories of those days. And while the blessings continue to shower my path, I am not denying that when days are hard, they’re hard. Truly sincerely disarmingly hard.
But there’s a lot of fight left in me.