Then I woke up early and started worrying about crap.
Crashing my motorcycle.
I’m not good enough.
Paying the bills.
Who thinks what about what.
What will I do when my Dawg dies.
I can’t do it.
I am my own worst enemy. I get alone and start telling myself worse things about myself than anyone else could ever say.
Then I wake up and have to pull myself up put of a funk just to get started.
And all this before my first cup of coffee on a Monday!