This morning I don’t wake up on time, engulfed by the five blankets that weigh me down. I have always loved to be pressed down by so many blankets that some would find it hard to move. Lose me in this sea of bedding, so extensive that I am but disappeared.
I extract myself from my nest, and gaze out of the condensation frosted windows. The sky is blue, and I have hope it will be a beautiful day.
I run around my flat, in a poor attempt to get to work on time, burn my mouth on porridge laden with brown sugar, after I burn it to the pot beyond repair. I am not a very good multitasker.
It is winter and the air is crisp. I wrap my arms around myself in my big brown coat which doesn’t quite fit me right, the shoulder pads giving me a silhouette bigger than my own. I am trying to get more comfortable with taking up space.
I blow a mutual kiss through the café window to the barista, my dear friend. I hope she feels my love like I feel hers.
I am late to work, but it doesn’t matter. I put on my beautiful glasses that make my eyes even bigger, in a way that can be slightly alarming, but brings me joy.
The sun shines onto my desktop screen through the gap in the blinds. Alas, I cannot do my work. No matter how hard we try, mother nature will always have her way.
I will go to dance class tonight. I will make a wonderful, nutritious dinner, and will call my mother, as is our weekly ritual. I will find joy in the small things, in the last autumn leaves scattered across the footpath, and in my new favourite Minnie Riperton song.
It is Tuesday. I am stuck in the corporate routine, but I have faith that I can make it my own, as our beautiful mother nature does. Today is bright and hopeful, and so am I.
