BEEP BEEP BEEP… The alarm! I open up my eyes and realize that I can press my snooze button for five more minutes and then another five and then…Well you get the point. After 15 or 20 minutes I can finally force myself to get up while hating every second of my existence. I will probably trip on something on the floor that will serve me as a confirmation that getting up from the bed was indeed a bad idea.
Then I will follow up my regular morning routine with taking a shower, doing hair and makeup, trying not to spill coffee all over my new white dress, probably spilling coffee over my new white dress, standing in traffic and regretting that I haven’t left earlier and complaining about driving skills of everyone in this city, except, of course, my own. I seem to be the only person who knows how to drive when it rains! One thing after another and I am so wound up that the rest of the day serves as a proof that I should have stayed in bed. But does it have to be that way? It doesn’t. Continue Reading