Day 22

Day #22: Rant about something. Tell us how you really feel.

Pre-rant rant: I woke up this morning with full intentions AND an idea for what I wanted to rant about today, started working on work & packing [see a theme for my week? Ugh.] and wouldn't you know, my best intentions & planning went out the door and it's now almost 11 at night and I'm now actually sitting down to blog while I wait for dinner to finish baking. Don't judge me. Most frustrating about this all? 11 at night is not my most creative time of time  > unless you count the creativity that it took to put together a meal with the food I have left that needs to be eaten up before I move. I however do not count that as truly creative, maybe more just desperate & hungry < I know that this is not my prime clear thinking time of day, started the morning with an idea, and here we still are. Ok. Pre-rant rant over.

Onto my original and most sincere rant about something. In my case, I can think of nothing better or more appropriate for me to compose a small & legitimate rant about than mornings. Mornings & the variety of challenges that come with them, are probably the singular thing you would find me ranting about the most in non-blog form. Also, probably the singular thing I consistently rant about too, like for most of my life as far back as I can remember kinda consistent. Before reading the rest of this rant you should know that I am the kind of person who hits snooze a million times & who hates being rushed in the mornings so therefore will wake up hours and hours before I really need to do anything just so I can lay in bed and wake up for a while. Okay, continue on!

Preach it sister!

Universally, a giant problem [I think] with mornings is that they always set themselves up for failure. They either (1) do not come fast enough - for example Christmas morning or the night before anything exciting is about to happen OR the (2) come far too quickly - for example those nights were you get to bed way too late and wake up in sheer disbelief that your night could possibly be over already. So mornings really have a lose-lose thing going for them from the get go. Night really gets the WAY better end of the deal. Most people generally look forward to night - end of the work day, dinner, time with friends & family, the sports game is on, catching a movie or heading to a concert, going out, dates, sleeping, fireworks...you get the idea.

The other major, and again [I believe] universal rough spot with mornings is that they are MUCH more high risk situations than nights. Here is what I mean. If something does not go well or according to plan with your morning - you likely can & will set of a domino-esque chain of disasters throughout the rest of your day. 

Woke up too late? You might miss an important meeting at work, forget your lunch, not have time to shower, have time to shower but no time to make yourself presentable after that, be late in general to whatever the first thing is you needed to do that day and therefore force the rest of your day's schedule to adjust accordingly...this is not good people.

Night time or afternoon risks however as so much more low key & low stress. If something goes wrong in your afternoon or evening - first of all, it's probably as a direct result of something disastrous from your morning and second - there is only  less than half of your day left & far better things to look forward to that will easily erase any troubles that have popped up.

Literally what I look like every morning. One eye kinda cracked open to see if this whole morning thing is really about to take place.

Now personally, my extra beef with morning is that there is just a lot thrown at you the second you climb out of your bed. This would include lights, sounds, other people - it's all a little much for me considering I just experienced none of those things during the last chunk of hours I was blissfully asleep. In addition to the 2 universal problems I already explained effecting my morning experience I also have the added situation of needing something to wear for the day. Ladies you know what I am talking about here. This part of my morning rarely goes by without some major catastrophe happening. Read: I can't find anything I like to wear. Lame? Maybe. But this is my rant.

Somewhere in all of this coffee and breakfast enter the equation. I am a big fan of breakfast. If there was a post topic for me to share my great love for something breakfast would be a STRONG favorite for that. Coffee is nice in the mornings too. Somehow thanks to cultural influences from basically everywhere - a person holding a coffee cup in the morning silently communicates to all around them that the person drinking the coffee in the cup might actually need it & with the coffee they also might need some space in their morning. Thanks to a variety of mission trips, sleepovers, events in my life where I have had to interact with people in the mornings - especially post high school - I have learned that I personally have really strong feelings about mornings and that morning Kyla can be honestly quite scary if you're not aware she exists. As a result I at least try to tone it down a bit if it's the first time you've ever met me now.

Adam bravely called me every M/W morning of our freshman year of college to make sure I was awake for a class we were in together - and literally ever since then still bravely & lovingly called/calls me every morning without fail to make sure I was up/am up. [You see why I am marrying this man?!]

Like I said, Adam is very brave & generally patient with this conversation every morning.

I'm sure his family can tell stories of some of the first times I ever came home with Adam during college & their experiences with meeting daytime me & morning version of me. Yikes. The morning adventures with my family growing up, also probably way too many stories where I did not tone any of my ranting feelings about mornings down. I seem to remember some phase where I actually refused to turn lights on in the morning anywhere & Mom was not so much a fan of that. Oh well - live and learn.

So to wrap this rant up since I am now running the risk of this rant turning into a list of sorts of who you could talk to validate that I really do feel generally ranty (is that a word?) towards mornings. I shall remind you, whoever you are that is reading this, that whatever your personal experience with mornings is you have to at least admit that my universal problems with them are valid. My personal struggles just make the universal ones to me more dramatic and annoying since they always seem to be working against me. Speaking of, I have a morning coming up way too soon.