It is easier, yes.
There may be nothing glamorous or painfully beautiful about getting yourself out of bed to do dishes or pay bills or look for a job. It may be dull or dreary. Your heart may feel like it is trapped inside the window of your ribs, beating along sluggishly because it must at least do that. You may want to shove everything you own off their shelves and leave the debris there because you do not care, and certainly can't be bothered.
But in those moments of scrubbing or filing or simply moving your body out of your bed the wings in your heart are stirring, however gently. And the more you move, the more you let your heart beat, the more you stretch out your arms and imagine you see your blood traveling throughout your body, the more air those wings feel and if you just clean that dish hard enough it will catch the wind and you will be up, and up, and up, even if for a mere moment.
Would it have been easier if you had just stayed in bed? It might have been. But you will never fly staying on the ground.