i hit snooze on my alarm when it began to buzz at 7am.
but then i rolled over & the sun hit my face
and i remembered... i get to start work a half hour later today,
because i made a date with myself to go for a run!
i slid out of bed,
proud of myself for taking the initiative
to carve out this special spot in my day,
just for myself & my health.
as i took the elevator down ten floors
and headed out into the sunshine
with michael jackson's "don't stop til you get enough" in my ears,
i felt strong & happy.
i thought "what better way could there be to start a week?"
life has other plans.
later while packing my lunch
(quinoa & chicken salad, lovingly prepared for me
by my adoring husband the night before)
the tupperware exploded open,
tossing quinoa & chicken
(and red peppers & asparagus)
all over my kitchen!
...and splashing oily dressing all over my new skirt.
i was devastated!
and trying to clean up made me late for work.
and when i arrived, i found the office in a state of chaos
because my colleage hadn't arrived yet.
and...because of the mess at home,
i hadn't had the chance to prepare my morning coffee,
and i now had a splitting headache.
sitting here now with a coffee (finally!) in hand,
and an incredibly sweet email from my man at home
saying he happily finished cleaning up my mess
and that he hopes the rest of my day only gets better,
i can think back on those early morning moments
when it was just me & my music
ticking off the kilometers
in the sunshine
and remember that my week did get off to a good start,
even if sometimes it doesn't feel like it.