I want it so bad. It seems like the the more you try to get it, the more you don’t have it. It seems like it’s such a delicate flower, that the more you squeeze tight to be sure you have it and will never let it go, the more you crush it and it withers away.
I want to get up early and exercise. I know that it’s good for me. And I honestly want it. I look forward to it. But I don’t do it.
Why is doing the things that are worthwhile so difficult?