i often find myself in the morning looking through instagram or twitter about things that ultimately have no affect on my life. obviously sooner or later i do end up shifting my weight out of bed. but that first 30 minutes of my day is unconsciously partitioned for doomscrolling.

for some reason i find it hard to get out of bed the moment i wake up. not because i want to go back to sleep (although sometimes this does happen) but rather i just want to relax and do something mind-numbing. this want to turn to something superficial in my life is a huge problem for me. especially as a creative.

creatively, i would like to work on and produce a lot of different projects in my life. but sometimes my superficial desires take the wheel and just drive with my mental psyche taking the passenger seat, or sometimes worse the backseat. whether or not i enjoy these morning endeavors, there is something that is irrefutable about these times. they are ultimately. fruitless.