Waking Up and Getting Out on the Wrong Side of Bed

So, waking up sounds like a good thing, and waking up to a bad wake-up habit sounds even better. But why did I think it would be easy? Pop open my eyes and, with new insight in place, a new path unfolds--that was my vision. But in actual fact, I'm cranky, tired, and shaking so bad I can't focus. Literally. I disover I have eyestrain. That I don't know where to start sorting through the clutter. Simplify, simplify, simplify. But first, to simplify my mind. This weekend I read an interview with Canadian songwriter K.D. Lang in Shambhala Sun. She said that when people ask her if her glass is half full or half empty, she says, "Half empty, of course. I'm a Buddhist." When people ask me that question, I'm always saying, "Half full." How about full to overflowing? How about so full that I can't even remember what's in there? So full it's spilling out everywhere. No room for even a drop more of insight.