There are days when you’re tired and unmotivated from the moment you wake up. It’s not a hangover, not an illness… just one of those days.
A morning when I just can’t get out of bed
6:00 a.m. My eyes open, but my body won’t move.
“Oh, today’s one of those bad days,” I can tell instantly.
I fall back asleep, and suddenly it’s 7:30.
I rush to get ready and leave for work.
Morning routine? Not today.
During the morning, my hands move somehow, but that’s about it.
Conversations stay at the bare minimum.
I jokingly think, “So this is what quiet quitting feels like…” as time keeps passing.
I was planning to go to the pool during lunch, but I skip that too.
I don’t even feel like taking my gear out of the bag.
So I just sit in the break room scrolling on my phone, thinking,
“Everyone else is working so hard,” in a strangely detached way.
A night that ends without accomplishing anything
By the time work ends, I’m already thinking,
“I’m just going home and doing nothing today.”
I guess it’s okay to have days when you don’t push yourself.
Compared to before, I’ve gotten better at accepting that.
I get home, eat dinner, leave the dishes piled up, turn on the TV,
and eventually fall asleep without noticing.
I didn’t do anything… well, except work at least.
Still, I’ve had fewer of these days than before.
Maybe that means I’ve grown a little?
Or maybe I’m just getting old??
Taking it easy is what helps things last long-term,
but I’ll probably still think tomorrow,
“If I had tried just a little harder yesterday…”
I’m not fluent in English, but I really wanted to share this story.
So I tried my best using translation tools to write this post.
If you find anything that sounds strange, unnatural, or offensive,
please let me know in the comments.
I’ll check it carefully, translate your feedback, and fix it.
Thank you for reading!
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