Woke up this morning as usual. I could hear my roommate was in the shower so I seized the opportunity to go out into the living room without my robe. Waering only underwear, I grabbed my makeup from my handbag and fed my cat. Tivo came running after the sound of a can opening registered in his humongous kitty ears. Tivo went back to bed to press the snooze bar a few more times. It's no big deal, I'm just getting ready for another day at work. My morning routine isn't extraordinary in any way, but its worth writing about. I'm merely examining the parts of my humanity which are purely ordinary. It is said that, "Everyone is special in their own way", but "we all put our pants on one leg at a time".
After I wrestled with my snooze for a little while longer, I finally accessed the part of my brain that contains momentum. I actually said aloud, "what's the point" and then a flood of reasons came to me. In my half awakened state, motivating factors rushed me to finally get out of my warm soft bed with feathers and foam. Bodily needs, work deadlines, financial necessities just to name a few.
Then there is the morning news, the only news I can't go a day without. The blood lust is gleefully watered down by the human interest pieces and exciting goings on in the five boroughs. I've come to love the personalities of the CW morning news for more reasons than my habitual persona. I love the fact that I watch them on the tube as I get ready for work and I get to work in the same building that they broadcast out of. Accessing that joyous dork part of me I reminisce about going to school in the same building they shoot Austin City Limits. Yes, I love TV and if I hadn't failed that drug test back in the day, I might actually be working in TV, but everything happens for a reason, well, here's hoping.
Here I am at work, it's 10:30am and I'm trying to find my motivation once again. My triumph of the day thus far is packing a bag filled with a deliriously gourmet salad, breakfast items and snacky foods. My oldest sister, Amy, is an expert on nutrition. Although, she has no advanced degree in the field, she is indeed a very talented teacher and fabulous cook. She is quite the role model of fit. You can check out her skills at: www.cookingwithcare.com Amy instructed me on keeping healthy foods on hand. Since I resolved not to break my resolutions this year, I also have to appeal to another need to motivate myself. I resolve to eat better and the other reason for this tedious task is my bottom line, my bank account, I'm not rich. I really should be working, but...
I'm blabbering on and on about minutia. But minutia is what's on my brain. The other things rolling through my mind aren't as pleasant. I am also wondering if I should tell this one kid at my writing job that he is snarky little chump. I'm also pondering cornering the boss man and asking him a critical question about their plans for me, in other words, WTF? I'm also relishing in future plans to see Les Miserables on a date with a man next week. My mind wanders to the suburban commuter woman with the big rock on her finger. Wondering... is that me in an alternate universe? Do I need to become a gym rat so that someone will fall in love with my inside because I have such well toned abs? No, I'm working out because it makes me feel good and I want to be hotter. Am I being shallow? Are we all really just plain shallow? Do those Jesus people in the subway have real jobs and if not, who pays for them to proselytize? Then there is the longing for the familiar and places I cannot access right now... So, I go back to the NBD daily grind issues and try to stay away from the WTF? Because... It's almost 11am and I have a deadline and I'm being too human that its almost embarrassing.
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