I have a confession. I warn you it is frightening. I am a little embarrassed to say it myself.--- I drink my morning tea with a straw. Yes, I know, it is frightening, but the first step to recovery is admitting that I have a problem-- right?
Anyway, when I pick up my tea (from a place that rhymes with Harbucks) I insert a lengthy green straw into the small (too small) slit for the straw and quickly "suck the sweets of sweet philosophy." If philosophy is what you call the small quotes on the side of the cups that they give you. Such as, “People don’t read enough. And what reading we do is cursory, without absorbing the subtleties and nuances that lie deep within — Wow, you’ve stopped paying attention, haven’t you? People can’t even read a coffee cup without drifting off." This quote came from David Shore the producer of House and fittingly so, he mirrors the character of Gregory House himself.
I realized this morning when I was enjoying my quick cup of sweetened English Breakfast Tea, that I drink it too fast. I finish my glass of tea before I get to school- maybe a seven minute trip from the shop that rhymes with Harbucks to school. And to top that, I stick a straw in the cup to enjoy the drink in my car safely. I have reasoning for drinking it with a straw- I can drink it in my car and still watch the road, and also it stops the liquid from pouring out the cup and staining the center console of my car.
I realized at that moment, that I live my life too quickly. Jumping into the car to go from one place to another, without stopping to simply look at the sky. For instance, today- I woke up at 6:00 so that I would get out of the bed by 6:30 and be ready for school by 7:00 when I would leave my house. HA, No- I woke up at 6:00 and promptly, almost robotically turned my blasting radio down so that the drone of the NPR announcer would lull me back to sleep, which it did. I then woke again at 7:00 and freaked. Jumping from my bed and dressing faster than a jackrabbit with a fox on its tail, I raced out of the house at 7:20 to get to Starbucks (whoops I'm going to fast I said the name) to then be off to school. Ugh, I then got my acolytes in order. Luckily, I had some really funny guys today so the process wasn't as stressful as it can be. All in all though I rushed through the morning and didn't even get to look at the sky and see how blue it was, splashed with white clouds brushing across the atmosphere. I really do miss looking at the sky. Most of the time I'm in such a hurry I don't get to do my favorite things anymore. I love to walk. I try to walk everywhere I can. I even park my car half way across campus just so I have the excuse to walk to it, but I found today that I was sprinting to my car so that I would be able to rush a quick dinner and be back at the school by 6:30 in time for play rehearsal. I also love to dance. I haven't danced in weeks. Well, we have had rehearsal and choreography for a couple weeks at school, but that is 45 minutes of basic movement for a choral piece in show choir. Not really the satisfaction I am looking for. I put no offense towards show choir, its just I look for something a little more fulfilling, and intense in my dance. I am a student of dance, egar to learn and happy to do so. I have dropped my Monday night dance schedule this entire semester. I haven't danced since January.
Goodness, I think in the end, I miss enjoying life, and doing what I like to do. I mean, I enjoy being buys, but I really what to go back to what I really liked to do.
Don't worry, not to much longer, and I'll be back to coffee mugs- just as soon as softball season is over. (wince* wince*)
1 comment:
That straw idea? Brilliant, honey. I cannot tell you how many things I've spilled inside of Damien. The worst time was when I spilled a glass of milk ALL OVER on the way to school--ruining my cell phone--and had to leave it that way cause I was late. 8 hours and 95 degree heat later? Oh, yeah. Damien smelled HORRIBLE. He still reeks of curdled milk sometimes.
I used to be like you--garnering every last minute of sleep before I raced out the door. But this year I've learned to appreciate mornings. Though I don't necessarily have to wake up early, I still do (though not as early as you). I'm really tired when I first wake up, but I've developed a routine I love--making a cup of green tea and just sitting and drinking it. Relaxing and waking up. Though sometimes I'd love nothing more than to roll over and go back to sleep, I have come to love taking my time in the mornings and getting up just a little bit earlier.
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