My physical training sucks big time.
I slept poorly last night. And the night before.
I’m not getting what I want. I’m not having what pleases me. I am showing my spoiled nature. I always eventually get what I want. That’s just the way it is. And I want my way. Now! Or I will take my ball and go home.
Sometimes, later on, I regret taking my ball home. So I’m fighting doing that. Then again, other times it works out well in the long run. That’s the dilemma.
I am little boy petulant. Wild tantrums are possible. Stay out of my way.
I need a ray of sunshine. I don’t see that headed my way.