Trials of a Wakeup Routine

The Morning Bun: Quick blurbs with a fresh take on our Yuppie lives that we would probably share over mimosas…if it were not a weekday.

Waking up during the week is the opposite of my zen. From the very moment my alarm goes off and I grapple with the dilemma of whether to hit the snooze button, the craziness eeks into my radar. If this has happened to you and you’re running around thinking why am I the only person scrambling to catch me bus, train, Uber, don’t fret. You are not the only one that wakes up…

….with darkness, then scramble to my bathroom down the never-ending hallway (tripping over a chair or tilted carpet, immediately followed by a loud “FUCK”). I get back to my room after a quick shower (my shampoo is still empty, by the way), then I check my phone. Okay, if I’m making this bus I won’t be able to meditate. Towel rack is a mess, so time to move onto my attire selection. What should I wear? Oh shit, just throw on something. Time is running out! I do, it’s a 5/10 outfit for the day. Outfit is set, but I yell “FUCK” again as time begins to move faster. I need to leave NOW. I leave, but 10 seconds later, the third yell of “FUCK,” I forgot my water bottle (it alternates daily between my water bottle and keys). I grab my water bottle, and need to now up the ante from a fast walk to a slight jog. Check my phone again. Either my phone is broken or time keeps on passing. I decide my phone is not broken, so I boldly up the ante again from the slight jog to desperate run. I’m running in darkness. This is SO much fun. I make my bus. Barely.

After #running concludes, I begin to write this blog post. Meta, I know.

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