I’ve recently been trying to wake up earlier, something my girlfriend has inspired me to do. But it’s hard … really hard some days. Monday, Nov. 9 was no exception.
I expected the grogginess to cast a lullaby over my ambitious attempt to start the day and week with a champion-like attitude aimed at bettering myself. Oh, how I learned something about myself during that pink-skyed Monday morning.
You see, I’ve been in a rut lately, as I feel a lot of us have. Remote classes (and even remote work), although undoubtedly necessary during an unyielding pandemic, has caused us, in some aspects, to be stagnant.
For me, I’ve had trouble escaping the grounds. My apartment is homey, so it makes working remotely comfortable … sometimes too comfortable to the point where I don’t want to leave it, which is fair. As I said, an unforgiving virus remains, beating…
