being a grown up

Rolled out of bed today to a feeling of dread.

I need to tackle something that I don't want to tackle, don't feel the love for, don't think will fly.

But this is what we do, in our grown up world.

Get behind it. Put your shoulder into it.

Make it fly.

Then get back to being alive.

[Update] Wow. Flew. Far. (How 'bout that?)