I wake up and lay in bed for a few minutes to let my eyes adjust. I place my feet on the floor and make my way towards the medicine cabinet. 1-2-3-4. My medications lined up, on the frontline to take down the illnesses that have plagued me for years. Make coffee, jump in the shower. Conditioner, three minutes. I stand in the water and count. Warm towel, blow dryer. Pour the coffee and pick out my clothes. Sexy or casual, comfort or stylish. My closet makes for an untamed mess of designer duds and thrift store finds I’ll more than likely never wear. Steadily painting my face on…blush, mascara. I make my way towards the door after I check my emails and screen my missed calls. Routine routine routine.
Time to shake things up.
