and love yourself so more than truly.

those mornings when i wake up either a little too early or a little too late, (like today)
or when all i really feel like doing is burying myself back in my blankets, (especially today)
there is a remedy i have found while reading one of my personal favorites, mr ee cummings.

"may my heart always be open to little birds
who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better than to know
and if men should not hear them men are old
...
and even if it's sunday may i be wrong
for whenever men are right they are not young
and may myself do nothing usefully
and love yourself so more than truly"

even though the poem doesn't end here, i have a hard time continuing on with the lines that follow, because i love that final thought more than anything,
to"love yourself so more than truly."

i woke up needing to remind myself that today is going to be a good day,
but ee cummings did that for me.