Sometimes when I wake up now I look like an adolescent boy that hasn’t washed his hair in days and had dreams of action (whatever kind of action adolescent boys have in their sleep, I don’t want to get into that). This morning, on this beautiful Friday, I have never looked more like a disheveled, unshowered male in my life. Sometimes having short hair does not work for me.
As I tumbled out of bed in my baggy t-shirt, I looked in the mirror and saw the black mascara accentuating the bags underneath my eyes and I just laughed. Happy Friday to me. For some reasons I had very riveting dreams of my senior friends on the days that they graduated from Penn State. We were all crying, and by the looks of it there was definitely a chance I was actually crying in my sleep as well. Sometimes I wonder what triggers different types of dreams. Why I awoke with a start and realized that while I lay sound asleep, nothing had happened besides the beautiful sunrise over the water. I was relieved to find that one thing was beautiful this morning… it certainly was not me. Whenever I think about the transition I make from the time I wake up to the time I get into work, I can’t help but feel a bit proud. As though I overcame a real obstacle. I have a feeling actual people feel this way when they accomplish real victories. Mine just happen to be smaller than most. But still, the caterpillar to butterfly metamorphosis that is my coffee, some time on my roof, a face wash, and some strategically placed make up is definitely something to write home about. Many hate the idea of having a long morning routine, but I find that the detail and precision that I apply to everything in my morning- from making my bed, pressing my clothes, picking the correct shade of lip gloss, and identifying the roast of coffee that readily fits my mood are the smaller choices but make a real difference in my happiness, composure, and ability to make greater decisions later in the day (and also when it really matters). It takes me a little under three hours to get to work in the morning- that is from the time I wake up to the time I actually step foot in the door of the corporate office. I love every minute of it. Sometimes I read, and sometimes I take twenty minutes to sit on my bed and look out the window and thank God for all of the beauty He has put into the landscape and the day. I think doing all of these things makes me who I am. I would really like to incorporate my yoga practice into the morning, but after one week of work I am fried. As I alluded to earlier, this morning was not glamorous. I know getting used to working 9 - 5 is a right of passage, but it is killing me. I am excited to begin another work week next week, don't get me wrong, but sometimes work robs you of your identity. I have been thinking a lot lately about work life balance in a way that has to do with more than just time. A balance between maintaining you true identity, or who you would be all of the time without meetings and business casual. Whether that be expressed in some of the subtle flairs in your wardrobe, or pictures, or friends that you chose to make at work. Holding onto that identity is so important, and I am nervous that not many people do. As I grow into my professional career further, I plan to work even harder at doing the things I love, but also being the person I love. I keep my one piercing on my cart light halfway down my right ear in always because it makes me feel like me. I also always keep my tacky runner's watch on, face down, because it reminds me of things I have worked for and how running has made me who I am today. It's funny, so many interns worry about their first day outfit (which, is important) but what about all of your other outfits for the other days? How do they fit into your style and your plans and your goals? Thinking through these ideas typically makes me exhausted, and today is no different. But, on a lighter note, happy Friday ya'll!
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