Dontwanna Day

The other morning, I woke to my alarm and sat up. In an instant, the things I needed to do flooded my brain in-box. The dreary list made me want to dive back under the warm covers for another few hours. Instead of giving in to the toasty impulse, I got my grumpy self out of bed and dressed.

As I did my regular morning routine as a late-forties woman (yes, I’ll be fifty in a few months. Not claiming that decade just yet), I muttered the same thing over and over. To every item and thought from the overwhelming “To Do List,” my internal response was “I don’t wanna.”