Read this. It’s what I want to say. But far more eloquently put than I could ever manage.
Today I was traveling into work by train. I came so very close to staying in bed half an hour longer, getting the next train half an hour later – something was pulling me back under my duvet, back into the comfort of sleep. But I fought it. Because that’s what we do, isn’t it: we accept that things have to be done and we do them. Getting out of bed in the morning, well, it’s one of those inevitable things.
I wish I had listened to the little voice in my head telling me to go back to bed. Because my train? Was cancelled. 38 minutes on the platform left me shivering and miserable. And cursing the commute even more than usual.
Some things never change…