Eeeeek eeeeeek eeeeeeek

The pure silence is shattered by the chime of my alarm. Unawares, I am about to be torn out of my bliss and back into the cadence of my unaltered reality.

Some people seem to be thrust from their state of uninterrupted slumber into a state of wakefulness. I, on the other hand, am not so lucky. I painstakingly live in that moment between deep sleep and a state of being begrudgingly awake. It’s a state of hyper-awareness that only those of us deemed ‘not morning people’ can truly understand.

I hit snooze about five times before I open one sleepy green eye and see:

With my job security now on the line, I seem to have gained enough cognitive awareness to judge the consequences of remaining in the comfort of my own bed for a minute longer.

This is the point of time where my day begins. I quickly rush into the bathroom and make a decision between black tights or black jeans or black leggings.

With this paramount decision out of the way I can now sort through an array of options of oversized sweaters that come in all different sources of fleece, thickness, and color. It’s a wonder my coworkers don’t think I belong on Project Runway at this point in my career. Thankfully, I work in Tech, and software engineers don’t seem to have an innate sense of style to thwart any insecurity that my lack of styling may or may not bring. I decide on a black sweater — black on black it is today, and there’s nothing classier than all black I tell myself to make up for my faux pas.

There’s no time for coffee this morning, after all that’s what the mini-bar is for (another perk of working in tech), and I sling my brown bag over my shoulder with my yellow key ring jingling in hand. Once I descend the stairs of my apartment into the brisk morning I pull my mascara out, that I had hurriedly stuffed into my pocket, and hold it like Harry Potter held his wand in the Prisoner of Azkaban — its ready to be thrown on my lap and applied as I lap through yet another repetitive 10 minute drive into downtown Raleigh. I feel lucky to not have to defrost my window this morning and think of how much safer everyone on the road should feel due to that 5 degree difference with my mirror flipped to face me.

Its at this point that I can’t help but think to myself how inanely repetitive my mornings are. Nothing in this world seems to squelch creativity like repetition so it’s only appropriate that I would find myself waking up on the precipice of complete and utter panic — maybe its that short time period (fifteen minutes to be exact) that my body just needs so that my mind can resist just how repetitive corporate America can make you feel in the morning.

My thoughts are interrupted and I put the car in park in the same parking spot that I park in every single day. It’s an unassigned spot, but it seems to agree with the turning radius of my Volkswagen Jetta. Grabbing everything at one time and pulling my earbuds out of my purse, I slap my pink parking pass onto the dashboard. I feel a small sense of pride for such a little thing — this means security won’t have to waste another white, empty threat, slip of paper on my forgetfulness. It also means I’m officially a 3 minute walk away from my building if I time every crosswalk perfectly. It also means its the first action of the day that I unquestionably did right.

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