Unfortunately, my day job places me in one of the more stressful environments I’ve ever been absorbed by. So much so, there are certain days I’ve been tempted to turn right back around – upon pulling into that endless parking lot of imprisonment at 8 am – to go do something righteous with my life. Now, on most of these miserable mornings, I’ll typically handle “personal issues” and call in. Once my occurrences ran dry though, I had no choice but to succumb to the suck for the rest of the year and that’s when songs like Mac Miller’s “Get Up” have helped get me home to happy hour.
Ironically, if I were living the Best Day Ever as constantly as Young Mac, I might not be listening to his music as much. So, optimism for the win, as always.