Interrupted
My Life Thus Far
Bitter and Hateful
I started my day at 4:30am in a blood-boiling rage. Why? First world problems, really. I mentioned the windstorm that knocked out our power yesterday. I'm used to going to bed with the TV on for background noise. Snookums needs his fan for white noise. It was eerily quiet and pitch black. Just not the environment we're used to sleeping in. I tried reading by candlelight for awhile, until I started feeling sleepy. Then I attempted to fall asleep. Snookums and I talked to one another for awhile. I did eventually fall asleep, but woke up a couple hours later. The power was still out. I think around this time it was around 3am. I fell back to sleep, but lightly. Between 4:30am-4:34am the power came back on and went back out 3 TIMES! Why?! At this point I was starting to think it wasn't going to come back on in time for me to get ready for work. For my phone to charge. I couldn't really fall back to sleep, so I just laid in bed and stewed about how shitty Puget Sound Energy is. Wondering why there's a monopoly on energy companies. Wondering why we're always the first to lose power and the last to get it back. Trying to figure out what I was going to eat, since I couldn't make my smoothies. Planning on going to the gym to shower and get ready for work, so I wouldn't be in the dark. And because we don't have any water when the power is out. Just generally feeling bitter and hateful about the situation. I'm not very zen that early in the morning. And then the power came back on at 6:32am... and stayed on. I can't even begin to express how grateful I felt.
Despite starting the day in such a desperate place, I went into work feeling pretty good. I was riding high on gratitude. I got to take a hot shower, put my makeup on with light, I made my smoothies. I was happy. I'm also still focusing on injecting gratitude into all things I do. Including work. I could easily not have a job. And honestly, the way I've been acting, I'm surprised I haven't had some sort of formal sit-down. Not that I'm not doing my job, but because I think my discontent is often palpable. Others have to be aware of how I'm feeling. Perhaps it's in my mind, since no one has mentioned anything to me. I have a talent for self-regulating myself and adjusting my own behavior. Now if only I can get myself to actually get to work on time. Yeah, I'm struggling with that again.
The worst part of my day was wearing heels for 8 straight hours. I don't know why I thought that was a good idea. I found these cute kitten heels at H&M yesterday, and I thought they'd be the perfect height for work. I was able to walk in them, move quickly, they were great. The only issue is getting the toe box stretched out. My toenails feel like they're going to fall off. I'm not even exaggerating. Although, they probably won't.
Almost as soon as I walked through the door, I kicked off my heels and ran myself a hot bath. I used one of the LUSH bath bombs Snookums bought me earlier this week. Sex Bomb. It has a lovely jasmine/ylang ylang/rose scent to it, and it definitely did what it promised. It relaxed me. I added a shit ton of Epsom salt, too. So my poor feet could experience some relief.
My eyelids are starting to get heavy. It's been a long day, and I'm ready for some good sleep!
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