Stop and Smell the Pastries

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Making yourself love Monday morning is tough. I’m pretty sure returning to the office after a few days of sleeping in and doing as you please was the impetus for the snooze button.

My Monday mornings involve taking out the trash and recycling, in addition to my normal routine of simultaneously eating and showering. EFFICIENCY! I’d make a metaphor about garbage and starting fresh, but it’s Monday. I was cruising along this morning and left the house earlier than normal. Today was going to be a great day. AFFIRMATION! I drove to the parking garage near my train station, gathered my work stuffs and started walking to the stairs.

Wait. Where’s my wallet? I emptied all my pockets like a depression-era cartoon character. Phone. Keys. No wallet. I had $5 in my trunk, but that’s not enough for the train. What? You don’t keep a small amount of cash in your trunk? I looked in my car and didn’t see a wallet.

Welp. No shot of catching the express. I drove home. Looked around inside my car and, again. My detective efforts resembled Inspector Clouseau instead of Colombo. As soon as I got home I remembered that I put something in my wallet when I was in my car. Back to the car!

There it was. Lodged between the black leather seat and the black door. Today I discovered the merit of a flourescent, Velcro wallet.

Hoping to learn something from this adventure, the takeaway was to take a moment before making a decision. Acting impulsively cost me time, gas, stress, inner peace, reaching nirvana. If I took a moment to breathe before looking around my car, I could have avoided speeding home and stressing out. Learn from my Monday morning. Take a pause to assess before acting.

Trying to salvage the frenetic start to the day, I made another stop and bought myself this bear claw pastry on the second trip to the train. Every morning, I pass this bakery. Every morning, I debate leaving earlier to grab a treat. This was the first time in seven months that I stopped.

After telling the woman of my morning shuttle runs she smiled and said “at least it has to get better.”