Monday, January 7, 2013

Day 2

Woke up (late). Walked to the bathroom. I look in the mirror, and there I am. I'm here. This is real. Today is really happening. Start moving. I grab the eye drops, and smear on some under eye goop. Hair. Gotta fix my hair. I fell asleep on it last night without so much as running a brush through it. Straighten a few choice pieces, and throw it back in a small, messy bun. It's finally long enough to do so, and I'm pleased for a brief moment. I set the towel on the already closed toilet seat to start my makeup. I manage a layer of foundation. Keep going. I swipe on some mascara, a departure from my typical eyeshadow/eyeliner/brow pencil routine. Get up. Get dressed. Move forward. I pack a small breakfast for looks. I have no appetite for it. Work is work. Busy and hectic with some laughs and curses sprinkled throughout. Coworker curses are my favorite. Means I'm not the only one, and for awhile I'm distracted. And grateful. I work late. Might as well. It's Monday, and the gym will be packed this early. I'd rather hide in the crowd. I spend the hour climbing away. Real Housewives. Repeat. My mind wanders.....

....wander home. Is there any soup? There's soup. Hot soup. I lose myself in the Bachelor. What a freaking train wreck. I love it. And for a moment, I'm pleased. Step out of the shower onto the bright red mat. Days over. I made it. All that praying must've helped. Two days down.

Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind. ~Dr. Seuss