It was a cold and windy morning…

I had been laying in bed, trying to will myself to get up and actually start my day. The nagging tickle in my throat had turned into a full on head and chest cold, and I really didn’t want to get up.

I scrolled through social media, looking for distractions and little dopamine hits that might motivate me to get up. No dice.

What I needed to do was get up, have a stretch, walk the dog, and enjoy the feeling of a hot beverage on my barbwire throat. I knew that. And yet, I couldn’t bring myself to do so.