Mornings Rock!

Mornings are strange things. They are the beginning of the Earth's rotation upon it's axis, and yet, many consider them, "just mornings".

I have a very peculiar love for mornings. I am a morning person. There is a cheerful, positive emotion I consistantly feel every morning. I guess I always see the potential within them and the day ahead; the possibilities. I almost feel superhuman during them. As if I can conquer the world in a few hours. I get the idea that I can achieve so much in a short space of time. I have an uncontrollable outburst of inspiration.

So I plan this, and I plan that, but 80% of the things I wanted to do never pan out or don't seem as fulfilling as they did in my head. By the end of the day, when my head hits my pillow, I think, "Well that was a waste of time..." Do you ever get that? You think that an idea is incredible in your head but it never turns out the way you want it to in reality?

You'd think because this consistantly happens to me, that I'd just say, "What's the point?", but no, I keep feeling this strong outburst of inspiration every morning, and I'm glad that I do. Because without it, I don't think I'd have the strength to get up and actually do something with my life. If I didn't feel good in the mornings, I'd probably be a depressed individual.