Mo-Ti-Va-Tion

Ok, so yesterday, I did a killer workout. It was pretty good. Today, I can't bend over, move my arm or tilt sideways without agony. How am I supposed to do my workout again today? Gar, it hurts! It's really hard to be motivated to get to work, so I'm messing around on the computer. But I will do my workout, I will. My jeans are all getting tight, it's ridiculous. It's going to be the season of shorts and bathing suits soon, and I SHALL NOT be flabby. Don't worry, I don't want to be super skinny or anything, but toned and healthy is good. And can I just say to all you girls who slave away and starve so boys will look at your emaciated body with desire: any boy who likes a girl half-starved has some serious issues and is not a healthy love interest for you. Just sayin'.
So it's the end of may and barely sixty degrees from day to day! What's up with that? I want some sunshine! I want some serious warmth! It's usually good and hot by now! Just how I like it.
So, poem of the day:

The Summer Storm Inside My Dreams is Never as Real as it Seems

It's not like the sun

That always throws down hot, soft rays,

It's more like a storm

With drops of water beating down on your face.

And I know it's not like a summer day,

Unless it's a summer storm-

With lightening cracking, reaching down

To electrify the ones who mourn.

The thunder rolls right through me,

Liquefying my veins-

Letting all that's in me burst out in a flood

That makes a sea of faces and names.

It washes away and I know nothing at all

Besides the one for whom I storm,

And we drink the drops that bead on our smooth skin

And watch with awe as we both transform.

He's my lightening-

Crashing through me in pleasurable pain,

And I'm his  thunder- rolling after him-

Always singing with his refrain.

And it all flashes before 

My eyes-

The blue-white crack of electricity

That lights up the black velvet of the  skies.

The rain that falls like crystals

And runs like a finger down my skin-

The soft earth beneath my bare toes

And the knowledge that I can never win.

You held me close and I shattered

Like a million raindrops when you let go,

And I ran back together

Though I'll admit I was a little slow.

But I let you out in the flood that poured from inside my chest,

And now you're free to fly

And find the one for whom you flash

And let her thunder make you sigh.

And when I wake up I ache

Because I saw the lightening in my dreams

And thought I found the one

Who was all he ever seems.

But my storm is still lingering

On a horizon too far off

And I'll wait with upturned face

To catch the rain and hear the sky grandly moan and cough.

But you're still free to revel

In a storm of your own to find

And I'll wish the best with the raindrops

And hope your thunder's kind. 

And what kind of music does this girl like you might ask? Well, song of the day: John Mayer's "Free Fallin'". Look it up, listen to it, love it. I'll have a new song to educate you with each time I post.


~Cheers!