CIMDHOG

1.   I'm a 26yr old girl...woman, let's stick with "woman", according to the age but age is just a number...also but, numbers don't lie...sigh, I'm getting old.

I recently turned a year older and I celebrated in a grand style as birthdays should be celebrated…lying in a fetal position, tucked firmly in between my sheets contemplating about my life and life in general.

Here I am again on the downward trend of my roller coaster ride of motivation. One moment I am bursting with the feel of motivation streaming through my veins, my neurons calculating and organizing the best laid plans for execution of goals. My inner self is restless and anxious about the execution process, my heart skims and tumbles as I replay the process over and over again in my head making sure everything goes exactly as planned. 

One, two, three.... Fifteen; I counted the ceiling tiles for the third time. For some strange and unknown reason I find myself in this predicament that has robbed me of my beauty sleep; I wonder why they call it beauty sleep.