How I was so tired I pick courage to ironed my shirt

Last night was one of those nights when my entire body begged for rest. I had returned home after a very long and tiring day. My legs felt heavy, my shoulders were stiff, and my eyes could barely stay open. All I wanted to do was throw myself on the bed and forget the world for a while. the bed looked more inviting than ever, and I was already halfway asleep as I sat on the edge of the bed, I was thinking of my clothes that I will wear the next day
but then I remembered that it has not be ironed

I was thinking to convince myself that I could do it early in the morning. Just wake up thirty minutes earlier, I whispered, hoping that thought would allow me to rest. But deep down, I knew that was not a smart plan. I’m not always good at waking up early and rushing in the morning is something I always try to avoid. The more I thought about it, the more I realized I needed to do it now, no matter how late it was.

Still, my body resisted. I sat there for a few more minutes, fighting the desire to lie down and close my eyes. Everything in me was saying, “Leave it till tomorrow.” But somewhere deep inside, I found a small voice telling me, “Just get up. Do it. You will feel better after doing it now

So, I stood up slowly, dragged myself to where the iron and clothes were, and plugged in the iron. I waited for it to heat up,

I yawned over and over, still tempted to quit and go back to sleep.But once I started ironing the first shirt I pick courage and I was able to start another shirt . And the sight of my clothes becoming neat and smooth gave me a strange sense of energy which lead me into finishing the first one and the second shirt

the feeling of accomplishment was slowly replacing the tiredness. I felt proud of myself. I didn’t give in to laziness. I picked courage even when my body was weak, And I have done something important that I will wear for somedays.

By the time I finished, it was already late in the night, but I felt better knowing I had handled my responsibility. That simple decision to push through tiredness reminded me that small acts of discipline can build stronger character. It was not easy, And in the morning, when I wore my well ironed clothes, I smiled because I knew the effort from last night wasn't a wasted just because I decided to stay no to tiredness