Shower-spiration

I think I woke up this morning with an overthinking hangover. Does anyone else ever suffer from that? You know, like when you stay up really really late because you just lay there and can’t turn the thoughts off. It seems like every time I do it, none of my thoughts are actually accomplishing, or even validated in any way. It’s like some random mind babbling sleep thieving whore of a brain takes over my bedtime.

Amongst the pointless overthinking thoughts was the realization that thinking so much about useless shit was in fact a waste of time. Then I thought about how important rest is in keeping a sharp mind, and how a sharp mind is key for a writer, and how a lack of sleep will take away from my abilities to create anything worth reading, therefore the longer I laid there not sleeping, I was pretty much just tossing money out the window.

So then, this is how I pictured myself and my life as I lay awake unable to snooze:

Anyhow, I did eventually crash because I’m human after all. Then this morning rolled around and I honestly don’t even remember hitting the snooze button on my alarm!  Apparently my body didn’t agree with the 6AM buzzer after staying up until 2AM thinking about how bad I am at thinking, and how much my lack of inspiration had effected my day.  Of course, I also thought of exactly what I’m going to think about when I wake up.

It sucks that I slept in because I had planed on starting a new workout with a long distance friend. We do this a couple of times a year. We’ll pick out an at home work out system and then we motivate and compete against each other by text. We’ll send screenshots of the increasing pushup numbers that we document, and our funny stories of almost passing out and of peeing our pants while jumping around (And by our I mean me — compliments of our last  routine, insanity. Which is a whole other story on its own. So stay tuned!)

By the time I actually got out of bed, I had 45 minutes to shower, get ready, wake up my kids, and get out the door and off to the babysitters, before I was rendered late for my ‘job’. I didn’t even have enough time for the workout. Which really only added onto my mental frustration of being unable to come up with the writing inspiration I was desperately in need of.

As I forced my dragging feet to the coffee maker I got a ping on my phone. Of course it was her telling me that she just finished the workout and she “can’t even f**king breath and she’s so glad we chose this workout, because she’s now covered in sweat.”

Crap…

I had no good response. So I just had to ask exactly how long the workout actually took because I might have to squeeze it in on my lunch break and just be stinky all day. (I probably wont though, because I’m too tired lol)

At this point, as I stood by my kitchen counter guzzling a cup of coffee before my shower, I was still stuck in the delusional state of a useless, blank, overused mind mode. You see, yesterday was an off day for me and I personally felt like my writing came up short. Before my bedtime over-processing episode I had deleted practically all of my written work for the day. I’m at square one with a project that I wanted to have finished in the next couple of days and can’t seem to pull the inspiration out of depths of all this otherwise pointless thought.

THANK GOD MY MORNING FLIPED A SWITCH!!

I’d like to thank the sudden kick in of my caffeine along with the hot steamy shower for that!  Holy crap, there is NOTHING BETER than shower-spiration!  If I had been a smarter girl I probably would have just showered before bed so that I could get that inspirational thought slapping me in the face last night.  I’m sure if that would have happened, I would have slept like a baby. But, it didn’t, so whatever. 

Either way, as the water sprayed my body and washed away all of my sluggish self-loathing sleepiness, I was able to sort out everything non-productive, and actually come up with the exact baseline I need for my project!!

WAHOOO!! Go shower-spiration!!  Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to get to it before the caffeine wears off and I’m rendered too sleepy to follow through.