I'm Late, Keep Going

Do you ever feel like you just can't catch up? Let's use today as an example. It's 7:30 am, I need to leave for work in 10 minutes. I try to dedicate 30min-hour to writing each morning so I get all off-kilter when I can't.

So far my dress is too short to be acceptable in an office environment – or even a nightclub, really – so I added tights that are a far cry from matching. I'm wearing an old plaid shirt underneath the hooker dress because the buffalo plaid shirt I would've had is now out of my size. Whoever said the early bird gets the worm was definitely talking about shopping at Madewell online.

I go to put creamer in my coffee and it comes out like cottage cheese. Apparently leaving it on the counter last weekend did have an effect on its consistency. It was the good almond-based creamer too. Damn. The entire time I've been getting ready there's been a nice soothing background sound of my aging kitty, Belle, as she cries out for attention and my adorable german shepherd, Tiger, whining for cuddles. I step over them, a quick pat on the head because I'M RUNNING LATE guys.

These mornings remind me of when I was little watching my mom get ready for work. There was a lot more juggling and a lot less whining about clothes she didn't have the way I remember it but that feeling of not being able to catch up looks similar. I wish I could be so go with the flow these little things didn't bug me and I'm sure it's from some deeper reason that I'm rushing around too fast to hear what that is.

I like to think there's plenty of women rushing to work today, mismatched with her black coffee and trying to do the best she can for her family, education, independence, whatever it is she's hustling towards because I know damn well she's hustling. If that's you, keep goin' girl. And don't forget to enjoy the sunrise on your way to work.

xo, Em