Have you ever been determined to have a good morning, so that you have a great day? If you have, then you know that this plan never works seamlessly, sometimes things happen to destroy this dream of the perfect day. That tiny unexpected thing happens to not only spoil your morning but may also go ahead to destroy your whole day. Diane’s morning was a difficult one, however much she tried to stay focused on having a good day, something tiny and irritating came along the way.
Immediately Diane heard her alarm, she woke up. She pushed the duvet and stepped on the floor before the warmth in her bed enticed her back to continue sleeping. She knew how ignoring her alarm even for a second could end. A minute of snoozing may end up in an hour of lateness like it had happened the day before, something that had ruined her whole day. This day, she was determined to avoid anything that could lead to a spoiled morning.
The first step was to wake up on time, which she did successfully. This first act seemed like a symbol of a good day ahead. Waking up had never been an easy thing to do. Every other day when she managed to beat that weakness, her day ended up working out well.
She thought that it was a good sign and that her actions needed to match the type of day she wanted. That meant that she had to attend to every little detail of her early morning preparation without second thoughts because second thoughts were sometimes the route to the wrong direction.
She started by preparing breakfast. She loved milk tea with pancakes. She decided to prepare them. She placed the teapot with the tea to boil as she made the pancake dough. Three Pancakes with a cup of tea would be enough to face the day.
She could not help but wonder what happened to days when things never went well. A recent case in point is the day before, which happened to be a Monday. Mondays never really go well. However, yesterday had gone over the top in how disastrous it had been.
From waking up to the time the day ended, everything had gone wrong. The first thing was she had woken up almost an hour later after her alarm rang. That led to a spiral of events that made the day a terrible one. She arrived at work late, missing a crucial meeting usually held on Mondays. That meant that she had to catch up, yet there was no time to do so because she was too late because she arrived when her colleagues had gone to their desks.
A few minutes later, the pancake mix was ready. As she was looking for the pan, she heard a sizzling sound combined with a weird smell of something that she had dreaded on such a morning. She had forgotten the tea was boiling. It had boiled over.
She sprinted to put off the cooker, and as she saved the remaining tea from pouring all over the cooker, she left the pan to fall. Diane stood right there for a second to make sense of how all that had happened. She wiped the cooker and made her pancakes quickly. She was still on time, a bit late as per her prior plan but she would make it to work on time. This was a consolation she gave herself.
It was now time to shower, have breakfast and go off to work. She placed breakfast ready on the table as she headed to the bathroom. As she made quick steps to the bathroom, a sharp pain that left her screaming incoherently and jumping all over the place cut her walk short. Her little toe had hit the sofa, an accident that had come at a very wrong time and day. She wondered why this accident had to come at a time when she was trying to mentally prepare herself psychologically for the day. The pain seemed to take longer than usual to subside, or was it because she so much wanted it all to end so she could continue her journey to the bathroom?
As she was still waiting for the toe to cool, she could not help but start blaming and cursing.
“What was I thinking?” She thought maybe her mind had wandered so much and that maybe she could have avoided this accident.
“Where was I looking?”. Maybe her eyes had been shut as she walked past because it wasn’t that easy to hit her toes on the sofa legs.
As the pain went down, she limped to the bathroom, hoping that that was the last thing spoiling her morning.
As she pressed the power button for the shower, it dawned on her that there was no power when the light didn’t go on.. How she wished she had remembered this before she got into the shower because now it came like a shock and a shake to the foundation of her plan to have a good morning.
By now, Diane was not sure if her day was going to be a good one. The morning had started dramatically, something that she had not anticipated. She had planned and acted in a way that she thought would make the morning a good one but so far things were off.
One thing Diane noted was that her mood was slipping. She was starting to feel that everything was falling apart. But because she had vowed to do everything within her power to make her day a success, she kept on focusing on what could go well. The one thing that could sue go well was taking the cold shower, however uncomfortable it might be.
However much she felt like giving up and allowing the day to go as it would, she decided not to give up. She hopped into the shower and took a cold one. It was chilling, but that seemed to be the only viable option. The thought of boiling water came to her mind, but would only make her late to work. So, a cold shower it was.
Upon stepping out of the shower, the cold that hit her skin was all she needed to remember how fast she needed to do things to hit her goal of being punctual. Wrapped in her towel, she made hasty steps toward her bedroom.
On her third step toward the door, she stepped on something wet, and given that her floor was tiled, this move sent her sliding and hitting the floor. The towel flipped open and she felt a sharp pain on the back of her head as she hit the floor backwards. She stayed still for a couple of minutes as she waited for the pain to subside before trying to stand to head to the bedroom. All this while, she was massaging the back of her head. She was wondering how far worse her morning could get.
As she stood to head to dress, she realized that she was limping. She was not sure how her knee had hit the floor, but it somehow had. She limped her way into the room while massaging her head. On her mind, was the knowledge that she could not wear her favourite outfit because her tokens had done the thing. She would have to settle for something else, one that did not necessarily require ironing. Being a chilly morning, she picked a pair of black trousers, a brown top, and a slightly heavy blazer. She got dressed and went to take breakfast.
She walked with utmost care to ensure that nothing unexpected happened. She sat down with so much caution and started taking her breakfast. She did so very carefully to ensure that not even the tea she sipped spoiled the remaining part of the morning that she was trying to salvage. Diane finished breakfast, brushed her teeth and was ready to leave.
She wore her shoes and took her handbag and phone. As she was heading to the door, she realized that the keys were not at the place she usually kept them, They were not there, yet she was almost running late. She started picturing how she had arrived the previous evening and the movements she had made to trace where she could have placed them. All this while, she was moving all over the place to see if she could find them. This was starting to irritate her, somehow, she had started feeling despair considering all that had happened in the last few minutes.
She wondered what was the worst that could happen if she left the door closed without locking. The thought that she could get back to an empty house made her pause. But then she thought that theft might be hard to execute during the day. As she was still entertaining this thought while moving around, she stepped on something cold and metallic. This was very exciting to her because she had been looking for something that could be this cold in the morning. She moved hastily to the side to get a clear view of what she had stepped on, hoping it was the keys. Indeed, it was the keys. She collected them and hastily walked to the door to just get done with what has been a horrible morning of getting ready for work.
Diane walked to the door looking at her watch to check if she was still on time. She was still ten minutes away from being late. She usually walked for seven minutes to work, meaning she could still hit her goal. As she got ready to close the door, the door handle got hooked onto her blazer. She thought all the irritations had been over but it seemed not. Diane wanted to growl and curse, but having conquered all the hurdles before this moment, she knew she had to stay calm. She removed the hooked part of her blazer. Diane then locked the door and left.
The morning had been a mess and challenging. But she limped her way to work and made it on time. How the rest of her day was going to be was another story.
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