I don't have an answer to this question-if I did I'd write a book, make a million dollars and retire. But some days just start out harder than others. Some days, like today, even start out rough before I even crawl out of bed.
It's never a good sign when you wake up and thing "Oh crap, another day."
I've pretty much been like that my entire life. I'm not a spring out of bed and great the day with a song and a cup of tea kind of person. Even in a hotel, with no dogs to feed, no clutter to confront, etc, I still really dread crawling out of bed.
Perhaps that's why I was late being born-2 weeks according to family lore. Why leave a warm comfortable spot for the messy world?