This past week I’ve felt like crap. I’ve felt like crap under crap. Like crap under a rock covered in moss and petrified-crap. 75% of this feeling has had to do with the cold I’d been fighting (thanks kids, Mommy loves you). The other 25% has had more to do with a bubbling inside me. No, it’s not gas. And I get this feeling a few times a year. Lately, I’ve been getting this feeling more than a few times. It’s been daily. I know what it is but don’t have a name for it, so to ask me to explain it would mean asking me to do something I can’t do. Not right now, anyway. What I can do is tell you what it’s the opposite of: complacency. I’m feeling like whatever I’m supposed to be doing with what’s left of this poor excuse of a life I’ve been living needs to be done now. Not soon. Now!

The heavens have a way of seeing into your brain. This is their job, so it doesn’t bug me. But it does shock me how accurate and timely their imposing nature tends to be. Imagine a dose of that shock being served to me on a ride to work when this song came on…

And if you’re not good at listening to words and only listen to beats first, here’s the first verse with chorus:

Layin’ low | Pressin’ pause | Sleepin’ long | Slow motion | Gonna do | Shoulda, Coulda | Woulda done | Excuses | What are you afraid of? | Don’t you know what you’re made of? | One love, God’s greatest creation | Take this invitation now | (Chorus) Get up! Cuz’ you can’t stop | Get up! You got a lot to do | 24 hours almost gone | Get up! Don’t sit there | Get up! If you want to get there | Clocks don’t stop and | time won’t wait

If you ever think you’re talking to yourself long enough, keep sitting there. You might just get answered back.