7am, the generic iPhone alarm goes off. I turn it off and naturally roll over in bed still semi asleep wondering what I should wear today. Because of course, who doesn't continue to sleep in on the coldest of NYC mornings and try to get as much 'mentally' done before you have to brave the cold and wake up. That would be me. Every.single.time. It never fails.
7:47am and I'm still in bed like a sleepy bunny of course. My old roommate, whom I used to casually refer to in previous posts, used to always make fun of me for always sleeping. Five months later and nothing has changed. Except for the fact that I actually have a 9-5 job that requires that I be at the office and not sell $350 handbags to the women of Charlotte.
This morning, I started to reflect again about how much my life has changed. Five months ago I was driving a car to work and lived in a mansion size of an apartment in the most beautiful Southpark residence I've ever had the pleasure to call home. Now, my commute involves walking to the station and taking the train to work. I've swapped southern Southpark living to hipster Brooklyn life. Total 360 if you ask me, and worth the change.
7:50am and I jump into the shower. Half asleep I stand under the running hot water and mediate a few. After about 5 solid minutes I snap out of it and it's full on get ready for the day mode. I grab a towel, check the time and it's go, go, go time. Why I love to procrastinate? I will never know. Perhaps I like to live on the edge. You risk taker, you.
8:10am and I fly through my morning beauty routine. I've mastered the art of a fresh face natural palette. A little bronzer along with my favorite eye shadow, mascara and I'm good to go.
Now it's time to get dressed. Thankfully, to my superb organizational skills, my user friendly closet allows me to get ready in a pinch. Everything has it's place and is thoughtfully showcased within my double door closet.
(Yes, you read that right, that was not a typo: DOUBLE DOORS.)
I pick out an office friendly chic look: black and navy combo dress with knee high black boots. Throw on a statement necklace, a high bun and a coat and I'm out the door.
8:37am I see my usual friendly hipster looking neighbor with his adorable little boy getting ready to brave the cold I say my usual good morning and friendly hellos and I face the world with a smile! It's so fucking cold. I do the turtle move, hide face within scarf just until you can make it to the station.
8:47am I see the train I'm suppose to get on leave just feet away from swiping my metro card to gain entrance. FAIL. Now I have to wait for the next trains' arrival. So I casually find a place in the sun. I don't understand how all the other fellow commuters stand in the shade when duhhh, it's much warmer under the sun. My little secret I guess.
I finally catch the train into Manhattan and zone out until I have to make the switch to the 6 train at Canal St. It's what I call the adult morning train because you see all the corporate 9-5ers in their up-most best office gear heading into midtown. We all know what you actually look like on the weekends people. A button up is not going to save you from the judgments coming your way. In the evenings, I sometimes have the pleasure of seeing the same people head home dishoveled from long days. It's actually pretty funny.
9:08am I stop by my favorite little café and grab an almond croissant. I hand the guy $3 and with a smile I happily say, "keep the change." I figured it's Friday and he's the only guy running the show. He deserves the change for dealing with all the other grumpy people in the world.
9:15am and I'm finally at my desk. I take a bite out of my almond croissant and get powered sugar all over my dress. Great. Thank god it's FRIDAY.