Wet Hair and Morning Commutes

Wet Hair and Morning Commutes

Every day I walk to the bus stop shaking out my hair, like a wet puppy and praying it dries before I reach work, because I don’t have enough time to blow dry it before running out of the house.

It’s so hard to get out of bed before the sun is even up.

My morning routine involves hitting the snooze button for a half hour before I can’t handle the urge to pee anymore and finally roll off my bed into a heap on the floor.

Eventually I stand up and head to the bathroom, but even that is a process.

I’m not a morning person.

I’m so grumpyabout being awake that I don’t like people talking to me for at least an hour after I’ve woken up– two hours if I can manage it.

However I’ve found that the older I get, the earlier my body wakes up, the less time I want to spend in bed and the more I enjoy watching mornings unfurl in their bright pink, orange and yellow glory.

Mornings have slowly crept into my heart as the most peaceful and magical part of the day. It’s quiet and calm. Serene and lovely.

Everything is new again.

So as I sit on this suburban bus waiting to leave the terminal I want to wish you all a very good morning and start to the day.

We draw nearer and nearer to Friday, and that, my darlings, is a wonderful thing.

10 thoughts on “Wet Hair and Morning Commutes

  1. you’re gaining a starlet’s composure, Pretty One. I’m at Friday as in it’s check day even if Friday Friday is only a breath as I work weekends throughout this rest of the year.

      1. oh now! there are good things like already I went to NYC on a day adventure 😀 just a trade like anyone else is lucky to have a chance to make. for just a moment I’m not acknowledtiing the things I traded.

  2. Lovely post… And I understand. I’m not a morning person either. I want to be left alone as I go about my tasks and get myself ready for whatever. I had to shift from morning showers to evening showers. It just works best most days. peace always

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