Everybody has their morning agenda, and by that, I mean the things that you do without even realizing it. For instance. Every morning when my eyes open from a long night sleep, I click snooze on my phone exactly three times before I realize that I need to be an actual human being and do actual human being things.
I sit up, let me feet dangle over the bed while I gather my surroundings, because lord knows I am still half asleep from my rough night of studying and writing silly papers for silly college. Once my surroundings are a bit in place, I take that first eager yet still a bit hesitant, step. I make my way to the bathroom, tripping over a couple of shoes on the way, and YOWWW, who put those heels there? Once I make it to the bathroom I examine myself in the mirror and shake my head because I forgot to wash my makeup off from the night before AGAIN! Why do I always do this? Laziness at its finest people. I wipe off the mascara and the eyeliner, brush my teeth for two minutes, gargle some mouthwash, and here is where it gets interesting. I put the water in the facet on the coldest it could possibly get. I wait for it to get to maximum coldness so I put the toilet seat down and sit, and wait, and sit and wait. Once I think the water is as cold as possible, I form my hands into a makeshift bowl and go to town. I think I throw water on my face about ten times before the job of waking up is really done. The makeup is gone, the eyes aren’t puffy, and best of all, the color is back in my cheeks. There she is. There is Haley. Then, I make my way back to my room, turn on my curling iron, and while that is heating up, I make a cup of coffee.
I am very particular about my coffee, as I am sure most everyone is. My mother got me hooked sophomore year of high school, and I have been a goner ever since. And as I sit here writing this, I am thinking to myself, “Why in the hell would you brush your teeth and then drink coffee?” Oh gosh, that just is silly. I really need to rethink my morning rituals.
Like I said, coffee. Drinking coffee. I love Hazelnut creamer, so after the coffee is done brewing I poor the creamer in for exactly three seconds. 1 mississippi 2 mississippi 3 mississippi. And there you have it. A lot of creamer and a little coffee.
I come back upstairs, coffee in hand, and go to my favorite website. Thought Catalog. Oh, how I love this site.
“Launched 1 February 2010, Thought Catalog is a website dedicated to your stories and ideas”
Thought Catalog is a blog site where many different people can put their thoughts into words, and share those words with the world.
It is an amazing idea, and that is why I read it each and every day.
Many of the posts are funny, fun loving, thoughtful, and just downright weird. But many make you think. And that is what I really love.
So today, like many other days, I am skimming through the blogs when I come across a title that stands out to me.
“How to Not Be Terrified of Being Happy”
The author speaks of happiness being this utopia, or this mystical world that nobody truly understands the concept of. That somehow, some shape or form, we are always trying to do better than we already have. That we cant stop moving or doing more because things will just fall apart, “like a house of cards”.
Instead of being happy for the things that are going well in our lives, many of us worry about when it will be taken from us, like a game of hide and seek.
I have this problem where sometimes I feel like I do not deserve to be happy. That the people around me deserve better. Because of that feeling, I have a lot of anxiety. Anxiety about life, relationships, friendships, family, school. Everything scares me. It doesn’t mean I stop going about my daily routine, but sometimes I think that I don’t take things for what they are. I over think. “Things are amazing now, but that wont last.”
You may get your heart broken.
People may not like you.
You might not get your dream job.
You might upset your loved ones.
But that will pass, and you will once again, be happy.
“Avoiding happiness just so you can avoid the sting of eventually losing it will ruin you.”
Periods of Joy
Periods of Difficulty
Periods of Love
Periods of Heartbreak
I do not think I have ever read something that has hit so close to home for me. You can learn so much from a 500 word blog. I hope that one day I can meet the writer and thank them for opening my eyes to a world that can be full of happiness and love.
So. Morning rituals can be robotic, and boring, and annoying, but this particular morning, it was a great one.