Night always fell, no matter how good or bad the day. This was advice she spun in her head on bad days.... while trying to ignore on the good ones.
This day was going particularly well. She hadn't woken up with too bad of a hangover. And by the time she'd showered and left the apartment she was pleasantly surprised to learn that it was still 9:50.
9:50 was basically 10, but something about that single digit hour made it feel like she got a great deal on the day. So many extra hours. She also felt closer to a normal person, like her parents when she was growing up who was out the door by 8:30 in the morning to go into the office.
Her walk to Normand's Cafe felt brisk, yet unrushed. There was no line, and she was in a chair with her in her usual spot out on the patio. Being here earlier than usual she noticed the cooler air. Everything felt a bit different. Different baristas... different music... different crowd.
That last part was the only thing that bummed her about this morning. She would have to wait a few hours before Tom would swing by. There'd be no way she could drink coffee until then. She'd become too antsy. The first thing she considered was going to a bar for a drink, but then realized it was too early for that and quickly decided that she would take a walk after her coffee.
The dark roast slowly melted away her mild headache. After her cup was empty she had a mild desire for more coffee, but was also looking forward enough to her walk that she was able to let that desire go.
There was no destination. She just had to kill time. For the first time she thought to herself that she should get a job. Not in the usual guilt ridden way where she thought she should get a job to fit in with the rest of society, but in a way where she thought to herself, "well wouldn't it be nice to have a job? It would make going for coffees and running into Tom feel more special."
She'd never seriously looked for a job before. She didn't know where she would begin. For now, she kept taking one step at a time. Right foot. Left foot.
This day was going particularly well. She hadn't woken up with too bad of a hangover. And by the time she'd showered and left the apartment she was pleasantly surprised to learn that it was still 9:50.
9:50 was basically 10, but something about that single digit hour made it feel like she got a great deal on the day. So many extra hours. She also felt closer to a normal person, like her parents when she was growing up who was out the door by 8:30 in the morning to go into the office.
Her walk to Normand's Cafe felt brisk, yet unrushed. There was no line, and she was in a chair with her in her usual spot out on the patio. Being here earlier than usual she noticed the cooler air. Everything felt a bit different. Different baristas... different music... different crowd.
That last part was the only thing that bummed her about this morning. She would have to wait a few hours before Tom would swing by. There'd be no way she could drink coffee until then. She'd become too antsy. The first thing she considered was going to a bar for a drink, but then realized it was too early for that and quickly decided that she would take a walk after her coffee.
The dark roast slowly melted away her mild headache. After her cup was empty she had a mild desire for more coffee, but was also looking forward enough to her walk that she was able to let that desire go.
There was no destination. She just had to kill time. For the first time she thought to herself that she should get a job. Not in the usual guilt ridden way where she thought she should get a job to fit in with the rest of society, but in a way where she thought to herself, "well wouldn't it be nice to have a job? It would make going for coffees and running into Tom feel more special."
She'd never seriously looked for a job before. She didn't know where she would begin. For now, she kept taking one step at a time. Right foot. Left foot.
I love this truth and also the fact that 10min before the hour turns is always its own moat of time as well.