A Meditation on Psalm 23 The trouble with getting up in the morning is that one has to do it every day. As my wonderful co-workers have been apt to say, “Same ___ different day.” I’m thinking this sentiment is probably the number one reason some folks lament “adulting.” The tiresomeness of the same job, same problems, same relationships, same sins…We know what to expect, so why get out of bed? Life gets old, and we get disappointed. As Robert Service laments in his poem The Quitter, life isn’t always a bowl of cherries…*** When you're lost in the Wild, and you're scared as a child, And Death looks you bang in the eye, And you're sore as a boil, it's according to Hoyle To cock your revolver and . . . die. But the Code of a Man says: "Fight all you can," And self-dissolution is barred. In hunger and woe, oh, it's easy to blow . . . It's the hell-served-for-breakfast that's hard. "You're sick of the game!&qu