Up until last December, my mornings were pretty predictable. My alarm went off 45 minutes before I left for work, I hit the snooze button twice, jolted awake, and then stared horrified at the clock before sprinting to the shower. Next, I struggled for the remaining 15 minutes or so to find an outfit that wasn’t either in the laundry, wrinkled, or under a sleeping cat, and rushed out the door without breakfast.
Then last January, when my husband left for his bi-annual grad school retreat up in New Hampshire, I kept waking up early by accident. It was a weird change for me, the house being so quiet. So I woke in the still-dark morning (at this time during the polar vortex) feeling weird and scattered. I’ve learned in the past that rituals and schedules help me escape any impending bad mood funks, so I did just that, thinking that it would only help me through the two weeks with him away.
My new morning
1. Wake up a half hour earlier
Since I couldn’t seem to sleep past 6am those mornings, I would find myself putzing around the house waiting for the sun to rise. And though I would have originally thought the extra half hour of lost sleep would leave me sluggish all day, it really didn’t. Without the worry of launching out of bed for the morning race, I allowed myself to slowly roll around and eventually get up on my own schedule. I also had time to eat breakfast and make coffee, something that seemed like a luxury in the past.
It’s been one of those mornings. I woke up with a mysteriously sore jaw (probably from sinus problems, because the human body is strange), and so I haven’t been able to open my mouth more than about an inch. It’s really attractive.
Then I arrived early to work for a large event I’m helping run and the milk delivered with breakfast was very rotten, causing a group-wide spit take when everyone seemed to simultaneously sip their coffee. It was an event planner’s nightmare. Something has affected the caffeine source, the morning now hangs on the speed at which I can run to the A&P before a coup begins.
But then I walked past the nurse’s office and this was written on her whiteboard:
It was a nice reminder that the people around me recognize “situations” happen, and that most likely, other people are having them as well. In the scheme of things, no, a sore jaw and rotten milk is not a real problem, it’s fixable. But it was my situation. And now I will remember that the delivery guy, the teachers who had to drink the rotten milk, and the store probably now getting yelled at for their rotten milk, are all also dealing with some sort of situation this morning. Luckily, you occasionally bump into reminders like this – that you are capable of working harder than the little annoying things that pop up, and perhaps we can have a better day than our morning predicted.