This morning I woke up to the high-pitch tittering and vibrating of Jeff’s phone alarm…at 6 am. Normally I’d shove him to turn it off and then roll back over to catch a few more zzz’s before I actually had to wake up at 7:30am. Today was a little different. I felt awake, energized, ready to go at 6am even though I had gone to bed at 11:30pm the night before.
Could it have been the much-needed massage I got last evening that’s put me in such a great mood today? Maybe it was the meditation podcast I listened and fell asleep to? Or if could be the new medication I’ve been taking starting to take effect?
I take stock as I sit here looking out the kitchen window, sipping on my sugar-free, decaffeinated Suisse mocha with a cigarette burning down in the ashtray. Part of me is just so happy I’m in such a great mood after 6.5hrs of sleep — I really shouldn’t analyze why I feel so great. Unfortunately, this is a strangely familiar mood that comes not often enough in my daily grind.
Usually my morning routine would take too long for what it is that I do to get ready for the workday ahead. 45 mins for makeup, another 30 for hair then anywhere from 20-30 to gather all my things and pack a lunch. It takes me such a long time because I normally get distracted as I do one thing and think of another. I end up moving on to do something else before completing the initial task at hand. All the while, I’d be dragging ass and feel slightly regretful about having a full-time job. Then I’d feel further regret about having those thoughts and thinking of the hundreds of thousands of unemployed people who would kill for anything that brings in any kind of income.
In the 1.5hr I’ve been awake, I’ve done my makeup, fed the cat, made coffee, packed my lunch, attempted to wake Jeff up twice, cleaned up cat puke, unloaded the dishwasher, loaded the dishwasher and written this blog.
Today’s going to be a good day!