I started this blog when I was 27.5, newly engaged, living
in St. Louis, and optimistic.
Today, I’m 31.5, singlish,
living in Atlanta, and optimistic.
So much can happen in such a short amount of time. Truly,
four years isn’t that long in the span of a lifetime. However, when those four
years are marred with heartache, sickness, lost relationships, and gigantic
shifts in perspective, that time can feel decades long.
In case I ever forget, here’s a typical day in my life in
Atlanta that occurred on Friday, September 13.
6:00am- Run
Scooter out to pee. Be wary of the opossum that lives in our woods.
6:15am- Feed
the animals, shower, dress, make up, hair.
7:30am- Scooter goes to daycare today as
the A/C unit is being repaired. Scooter would have a heart attack if left home
alone with the A/C repair men. He hates the following: men (old, young, black,
white, Hispanic), bikes, motorcycles, skateboards, runners, school busses,
dishwashers, hair dryers, squirrels).
8:00am- Sit in traffic after dropping Scooter off at daycare. Traffic in Hotlanta is
no joke. Since school is back in session, I can sit for about 45 minutes in traffic
and move 3 miles.
8:15am- If I’m going to sit in traffic,
I might as well be caffeinated.
8:30am- Arrive at the office. Hurry up
and review a few things before a staff meeting.
9:00am- Staff meeting.
11:30am- Debriefing and next steps from
staff meeting.
12:45pm- Ahhh. . . . fight traffic to get
downtown for a class I’m teaching.
5:05pm- Fight traffic to get back uptown.
Pick up a prescription at Walgreens, then pick up the Scoot Poot at daycare.
6:00pm- Run home, feed the animals, and
do a quick load of laundry.
7:00pm- Fight traffic to get to the other
side of midtown for dinner with M.
12:15am- Late night out means a late night
walk for the Scoot. He enjoys hunting for the opossum, while I’m terrified of
it after a close encounter a few weeks back.
12:30am- Feed the cat. I’ve found if he gets
a late night feeding, he’ll skip his 4am banshee cries to be fed. Usually.
12:45am- Shower. The a/c isn’t fixed yet, so
it’s hot and humid in the condo. I take a cool shower, prop the fan in the
bedroom window and cuddle with Scoot and Alex while checking Pintrest.
2:00am- Sleep.
This is my life at 31. It's not what I pictured, and that's okay.
