Today, I woke up so early, I got mad at myself.
It was the kind of time going back to sleep would have meant waking up weaker and grumpier.
I tried to think of what changed the night before, which might have led to the situation. I came up blank.
I decided to pray. I cannot be angry and praying at the same time. So I had to fix my mood before communing with God. As I started praying, the sleep came back in full force to flirt with me. It was the hardest resistance I have had put up all week. I managed to finish my prayers.
Unsurprisingly, sleep was no longer available. I just hissed, got out of bed and started my workout.
I am thankful for days that help me better appreciate a good night’s sleep.
