With that said, when it comes to morning routines, there usually isn't one that I actually stick to each and every morning. There are slight variations, but here is what generally happens in the morning. I sit and mope on the corner of my bed for about 3 minutes to get the blood circulating and "warm up" to the morning rays. I then prance around bs'ing and wasting time for about 10-15 minutes. Usually, I may throw in a load of clothes to be washed, dibble-dabble in dish washing duties, and perhaps fold a towel or two. Afterward, reality may set in that there may be only 45 minutes left to this whole morning preparation and I go attack the clothes that need to be ironed. I turn on John and Kiran to see what they need to inform me of before I start the day. I love them (I absolutely hate it when they have days off, it makes the whole experience just odd). After ironing I pop in the shower, quickly dress, adorn myself in perfume. By adorn, I definitely mean adorn. What? Don't judge, it has to last all day! Before I walk out the front door, I slip into my dress shoes and off to a busy day!
So all of that pretty much happened yesterday minus one minor detail. I know I chose my shoes out mentally. However, when it came to execution, it turned out quite different. At work, I usually have a partner in crime in any important activity. The most important activity of my day is taking a nice stroll to the ice machine with said partner and filling up on ice for the day. Well, I got my ice and I looked down. I screamed! Marcy! Why would you put these shoes on?! These were NOT the shoes I had envisioned for the day. I ALWAYS wear these shoes to the "other" job because they're extra comfy. Somehow I put on shoes without actually confirming with my own eyes that these were the shoes I wanted/needed to wear for the day. Why does this matter so much? I have a strategy when it comes to "shoe-wearing" especially with a transition from one job (mainly at a desk) to another (mainly fast-paced and a ton of walking). I wear my dress shoes that are a bit spacey to my desk job and the other set of shoes are fit for fast walking and prolonged amounts of time standing. The transition in shoes also prevents from later cramping of the little tootsies at night.
I know this is a rather random entry, but I live for randomness! Surprises make my day. Change brings me inspiration and variations bring a new spice to the table. Although I struggle remembering the location of certain items (i.e. keys, wallet, sunglasses, and belt) I do have a trusty sidekick (smile) who happens to watch my little paws and notice where I may set things (lots of things at that) .
