The alarm clock went off at 6:15 and again at 6:20. It was shut off when it went off the final time at 6:30. Lying there, I stared at the minute hand on the clock and watched it tick away the minutes until 6:40. I thought about calling in sick because all I wanted to do was stay in bed forever. I mustered up the energy to drag every single muscle and bone out of bed, leaving behind my brain as it told me, “Just stay under those warm covers for a couple of days. It will be all okay after that.” I shook my head and said, “Come on brain. Don’t be so stupid. We HAVE to go to work. We CAN’T do this again. We CAN’T allow that slump again.”
Feeling, like I weighed 1,000 pounds, I dragged myself to the shower and turned it on to scolding hot in order to wake me up and make my brain join me. I hobbled to the medicine cabinet and took my daily dose of pills.
Somehow, my contacts got into my eyes. I shed my yoga shorts and oversized t-shirt and got into the steaming shower. My languished brain joined me as the scolding water poured down onto me. It reminded me, “You have one hour until you have to get to work. Hurry it up slow poke!” I told it to shut up because it was the one that wanted to stay in bed. I clambered out of the shower and tied a towel around me and put one in my hair. I went to my room and looked at my phone. 7:02. The brain decided to speak again, “You have 30 minutes. You have to choose your clothes, dry your hair, eat breakfast, make coffee, do makeup, etc. Get going! You are SOOOOOOOOOOO slow!” I rolled my eyes and said out loud, “It’s going to be one of THOSE days.”