Theatrical Cheeseburger: Today I decided to do absolutely nothing...

Well, I suppose creating this blog constitutes as something... So I can't say that anymore. Oh well~

I have been feeling more and more motivated these days, which is good because that means I'm coming out of my recent slump. (I have been suffering from a great plague of lethargy, emptiness, uselessness, worthlessness, and just general depression. Probably had something to do with losing my job, being morally confused, and being around people that try to manipulate you daily.. Which, now that I actually sit here and think about it, is starting to make more and more sense.)

Depression is very serious business, for real. Especially when you don't go to "get it taken care of". I have found, when I'm demotivated...when I don't even want to get out of bed in the morning or put on clean clothes, it's very hard to do much of anything - and I always feel

terrible. Usually my entire day continues on in this awkward, slow, manic-depressive manner of fashion and I find it hard to smile at anything, and extremely difficult to get excited. What has helped me the most so far with self motivation has been exercise. Exercise, meditation, and music. If I don't keep myself active and busy I have a tendency to get bored, and boredom can lead to a multitude of negative vibrations... I like to wake up a certain way, and it seems to get me motivated and ready to go out and do things. Here's the order:

First, I pry myself out from under the covers, I get up and lull around for a spell, and then I eventually take care of my morning duties.

"This is what I look like when I'm half asleep."

Next I look in the mirror for a few minutes and decide whether or not I feel like doing anything with my face:

Regardless, I jump into a nice hot relaxing shower. A few minutes in I begin to cool the water off slowly, until it's just near freezing. Trying not to hyperventilate, I breathe myself into a mild state of meditation 'neath the rushing water.

If I decided I needed to trim up and maintain my facial hair, (ah shit... Again?!) I break out the razor and do my bidding, trying not to slice into any acne or skin.

Wrapped in a towel, I proceed to turn the computer on - if it isn't already - and throw on some morning jams, (I have to be careful to only put on positive or motivational [by my standards] music or I can fuck up my entire process and possibly end up glued to my lazyboy for hours until I end up getting out of the house).

Sometimes I fill this blank in the lineup with some breakfast to temporarily pacify my hollow. Sometimes I feel inspired to practice culinary artistry, but moments like those have been few and far between recently. See "Obese Burrito", or "Rainbow Cakez" {notyetwritten} for prime examples of these random flickers of inspiration.

(In case you were wondering; Yes, I cook naked.)

I wriggle into some boxer shorts and drop to the floor, where I proceed to do what has become, to this day, 25 push ups. I like to increase by 5 every week that I do them. I then finish getting ready, grab my phone, throw some shoes on, and grab my skateboard...woosh! It's time to go for a ride.

That's what gets me out of the house, then I'm tasked with surrounding myself with greatness and filling my day with tons of other things that keep me motivated, it's a long and difficult road.

Things To Help Get My Day On The Right Track:

Texting your sober friends