Keep crushing quinoa crisps hoping for that potato chip high.

Wake up at the last minute thinking those fifteen minutes will crush your exhaustion.

Stay up late waiting for relaxation to come.

Start all over again with the rush, the craziness of get-dressed-out-the-door-down-the-street.

Don’t go to bed early to wipe the slate clean.

Perpetuate the agony, the treadmill.

Keep waiting, wishing, hoping that things will change – but don’t do a damned thing to make it so.