Mornings
So, I was all prepared to write about a very serious topic today. I had been mulling it over most of the weekend (as something was lurking in the back of my mind and bothering me). However, work is busier than normal and I still want to think about this serious (in my mind) topic. So, I am going to write about something a little more simple and fun - my weekday mornings.
At some point in my life, I became a morning person. I think it had to be after college as I recall avoiding 8 AM classes in college like the plague. Since then I have come to appreciate so many things about mornings.
I am addicted to rituals - this is a blessing and a curse. My weekday mornings are steeped in ritual. Of course, the ritual changes periodically. I always set my alarm earlier than need be just so I can have the pleasure of hitting the snooze button multiple times. In fact, I generally, pull the alarm clock into bed with me after the first time and always end up searching through the sheets the next time it goes off. Eventually, I stop the snooze cycle, and, if it is after 7, I will call my boyfriend. If he does not answer, I check my Blackberry (always right next to the bed) and determine how yucky the workday is already looking. Lately, I have gotten into the bad habit of pulling my laptop into bed and checking email and instant messaging friends for a while before ultimately getting into the shower. Wow - did not realize I did so much in bed. It reminds me of the Seinfeld episode where Kramer tried to do everything in the shower.
Anyway, I love getting ready in the morning. Something about being all clean and thinking I am just so cute in my white terry cloth towel.... Plus, I do not mind work clothes and am always happy when one of my favorite shirts is not at the cleaners and is just waiting for me to wear it. Always an indicator of a good day.
I finally work my way downstairs, pull my breakfast together (I take it to work and eat it there - nothing like multi-tasking) and leave. I always pass the front of my townhouse and evaluate my garden (i.e., does it need watering, trimming, or is it just looking darn good).
My commute is short - 15 minutes including the stop for coffee. However, I always call one of four people on the drive: my boyfriend, my ex-wife, or one of two good local friends. We chat while I catch bits and pieces of NPR.
I used to hit Starbucks on the way in, but eventually got sick of one too many bad cups of coffee. Plus, I like to root for the underdog. So, Dietrich's now gets my business (although I wish there was a Peet's on my route). I love the whole coffee buying ritual. I remember a Starbucks case from business school where they talked about the whole "experience" and that is what it is. I could easily get my coffee for free at work, but I like seeing all the business folks all dressed up and ready to start the day. I love the smell of fresh coffee brewing and the great music they always have playing. I like the fact that they know my order and the manager is such a hottie (with some of the best arms I have seen - with just a peek of tatoo showing around the shirt sleeve). You get it - I enjoy spending my $1.90 on a large coffee every morning.
Finally, I arrive at work. The walk in is long - almost 5 minutes. So, I balance my coffee, briefcase, and breakfast in such a way that I can always read the Wall Street Journal headlines while walking. I am surprised I have not killed myself yet (or at least tripped and spilled hot coffee all over myself).
So, that brings me to now.... Hopefully, this was not too painful (I like to think it is somewhat interesting as we all have these particular traits that make us "us"). A bonus for the reader that stayed with me the whole time is the attached link from a friend. An addiction to Gymboree - just too good to not include in the blog. Also, I will be writing about America's addiction to consumerism in the near future....
http://money.cnn.com/2005/07/20/pf/shopper_0508/index.htm?cnn=yes
At some point in my life, I became a morning person. I think it had to be after college as I recall avoiding 8 AM classes in college like the plague. Since then I have come to appreciate so many things about mornings.
I am addicted to rituals - this is a blessing and a curse. My weekday mornings are steeped in ritual. Of course, the ritual changes periodically. I always set my alarm earlier than need be just so I can have the pleasure of hitting the snooze button multiple times. In fact, I generally, pull the alarm clock into bed with me after the first time and always end up searching through the sheets the next time it goes off. Eventually, I stop the snooze cycle, and, if it is after 7, I will call my boyfriend. If he does not answer, I check my Blackberry (always right next to the bed) and determine how yucky the workday is already looking. Lately, I have gotten into the bad habit of pulling my laptop into bed and checking email and instant messaging friends for a while before ultimately getting into the shower. Wow - did not realize I did so much in bed. It reminds me of the Seinfeld episode where Kramer tried to do everything in the shower.
Anyway, I love getting ready in the morning. Something about being all clean and thinking I am just so cute in my white terry cloth towel.... Plus, I do not mind work clothes and am always happy when one of my favorite shirts is not at the cleaners and is just waiting for me to wear it. Always an indicator of a good day.
I finally work my way downstairs, pull my breakfast together (I take it to work and eat it there - nothing like multi-tasking) and leave. I always pass the front of my townhouse and evaluate my garden (i.e., does it need watering, trimming, or is it just looking darn good).
My commute is short - 15 minutes including the stop for coffee. However, I always call one of four people on the drive: my boyfriend, my ex-wife, or one of two good local friends. We chat while I catch bits and pieces of NPR.
I used to hit Starbucks on the way in, but eventually got sick of one too many bad cups of coffee. Plus, I like to root for the underdog. So, Dietrich's now gets my business (although I wish there was a Peet's on my route). I love the whole coffee buying ritual. I remember a Starbucks case from business school where they talked about the whole "experience" and that is what it is. I could easily get my coffee for free at work, but I like seeing all the business folks all dressed up and ready to start the day. I love the smell of fresh coffee brewing and the great music they always have playing. I like the fact that they know my order and the manager is such a hottie (with some of the best arms I have seen - with just a peek of tatoo showing around the shirt sleeve). You get it - I enjoy spending my $1.90 on a large coffee every morning.
Finally, I arrive at work. The walk in is long - almost 5 minutes. So, I balance my coffee, briefcase, and breakfast in such a way that I can always read the Wall Street Journal headlines while walking. I am surprised I have not killed myself yet (or at least tripped and spilled hot coffee all over myself).
So, that brings me to now.... Hopefully, this was not too painful (I like to think it is somewhat interesting as we all have these particular traits that make us "us"). A bonus for the reader that stayed with me the whole time is the attached link from a friend. An addiction to Gymboree - just too good to not include in the blog. Also, I will be writing about America's addiction to consumerism in the near future....
http://money.cnn.com/2005/07/20/pf/shopper_0508/index.htm?cnn=yes
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