Morning person

I didn’t use to be a morning person, but these past years I have actively tried to change that. I wake up and tell myself in the mornings that I am grateful for a new day with new experiences (among other things). Cliche but it is all part of the being more positive plan.

Well this morning sucked. I had a really strange dream last night, and it was a hot night with a lot of tossing and turning. Decided, nope, today is going to be a good day, got out a pretty dress to wear and spent extra time this morning getting ready. Didn’t matter that the make-up was melting off my face as I was putting it on, I wanted to dress up and feel good. Well I had to run for the bus. In my rush, I tripped on a tree root. Well thankfully I didn’t fall on the road or mud but I fell into the damn tree. A little scratched up and I am pretty sure the bus driver was laughing at me, but oh well I got the bus.

I decided to get coffee on the way to work. The cheap, local kind. It comes in a small take-away cup. Not the Starbucks type 12 oz cups. It’s only about 110-120ml. I got to work and realised it’s only about 3/4 filled and tastes pretty dilute. I got cheated of coffee.

And also when I got to work, and now that the sun is up, I realise that you can see my bra through my dress. I normally pay attention to these things but I figured the dress is lined so a pink bra wouldn’t be a problem. So now one more thing to be self-conscious about the rest of the day. Hopefully it’s not as bad as I feel it is. If it is, oh well, then everyone can tell the colour of my underwear. I’ve had worse problems.

Look at me going on with my first world problems. God I am a spoilt brat.

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