In an attempt to inject a little serenity into my life, I’ve decided to start getting up an hour earlier in the mornings. The one thing I liked best about working later shifts was I had all that time to ease into the idea of my day. I’d make a pot of coffee, grab a bagel, listen to a little music or meditate (when I was going through that Buddhist phase). I had time to tinker with my hair, and do my makeup properly.
Then I started working mornings, and all that pre-work serenity went out the window. It was get up and get going, like, now! Some days I’m in such a rush I show up with my hair still damp.
So I’m doing this new thing, hoping to reclaim a little “Me Time” in the mornings. (Like a total lame-ass) I’ve got all my clothes set out, all the accompanying jewelry on the nightstand. I figured out how to set my coffee maker to brew fresh Starbucks in the morning, and there are headphones next to the lappy so I can listen to something upbeat over coffee.
No bagels, though.
I forgot the bagels.
Oh well, I’ve still got Buddha.