I go to war with myself every morning.

and no, that is not a completely orginal idea.

I felt like I could relate to these lyrics by Lisa Hannigan in her song "Lille"--

"He went to sea for the day
He wanted to know
What to say
When he's asked what he'd done
In the past to someone
That he loves endlessly
Now she's gone
So is he

I went to war every morning
I lost my way but now I'm following
What you said in my arms
What I read in the charms
That I love durably
Now it's dead and gone
And I am free

I went to sleep for the daytime
I shut my eyes to the sunshine
Turned my head away from the noise
Bruise and drip decay of childish toys
That I loved arguably
All our labouring gone to seed

We went out to play for the evening
We wanted to hold on to the feeling
And the stretch in the sun
And our breathlessness as we run
To the beach endlessly
As the sun creeps up on the sea."

I feel really discouraged and encouraged by a lot lately. It makes for an odd tension.