Perky

I have found that if I put my cell phone under my pillow it is just loud enough for me to hear it but my roommate can still sleep.  Typically I hit the snooze twice each morning, today was no different and despite my two-a.m. bedtime I somehow managed to peel myself off of the mattress. 

No one ever quite thinks about the pressure behind the title 'morning person.'  Somehow between four short hours of sleep, and waking before the sun was even ready to open its glowing eye I still managed to tell myself that being tired was a choice; although I'm not sure if I will still be saying that during my three hour night class tonight.

Besides the fact that I cannot move due to exessively torn knees and sore everything, today is defined as perky. I can live with perky, the 'p' bothers me slightly because it reminds me ever-too-much of Pink, but I can live with perky.

For those who know me, it might seem as if perky is tatooed on my forehead and for those who know me better, perky is passing. Go fish, it's your best bet. Smiling can be like breathing or smiling can be like the paint on the face of a clown. Of course, not everyone who has a bad day or even a bad year has chosen to be that way, I'm just saying that life is a decision. I am So sore but Suz gave us the steps and Greg played away and my feet carried me across the floor.  Will it to be and the feeling will follow.

If I let my bruises and pain pull me down, my mobility would deteriorate and I would no longer find freedom in the music.

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