I woke up early today for once.
It is Friday August 1, 2014. For the past few weeks I have been struggling to go to bed early and wake up early and the result was consistent exhaustion, getting to work late, leaving work late, not having enough time to do the things that need to get done. Outwardly I blame all sorts of external factors, my family for stressing me out, school for giving so much work, career for being slow to develop, country for making some obviously stupid decisions over the years and taking action now when it is too late… Inwardly I blame myself for being weak, for lacking the discipline to do what I need to do to get what I want.
It is 7:30 AM, my alarm goes off and I turn it off immediately. No snoozing this time. I get right out of bed, I’m supposed to do 50 pushups, 50 sit-ups and 50 squats, a task that should take no more than 15 minutes, but my head just isn’t the space for it. I convince myself to start with 10 of each and do the rest when I get home. The house is quiet… too quiet… Normally at this hour someone would be yelling for some reason or the other, or my sister will be hogging the bathroom when I need to be getting ready for work. There is almost always something that ruins my morning.
My sister lives in India, she just finished her med school stuff and is now a specialist in Anesthesiology, just like dad. My parents went with her to India, dad is on an extended study leave to get some checkups with his doctors there and also to help my sister with moving to a new place (depending on where she gets a job) and also with finding her a husband (such is their culture. They will try to force me into it, but I don’t see it happening).
It is 8:00 AM. I’m ready for work. The house feels quite lonely without the family here, but I am ready for some peace and quiet, should give me more time to focus on me and work on me. Now I have no excuses for failing at my diet or time management, my fate is in my own hands for the next few months.
It is 8:30 AM. I leave the house. I am on the road. It is deserted. Not a soul in sight. It feels like I’m in an episode of The Walking Dead.
It is 8:45 AM. I am at work. Not a single car in the log. I am so confused…
It is 8:45 AM. I enter the building, wishing I had some kind of weopon in case I’m faced with zombies.. The guard is inside the building, she’s still human! She lets me in and says, “So you have to work today too huh..” I reply, “What do you mean?” And then it hits me… August 1 is Emancipation Day! It is the day that that slavery was abolished in my country. I have a four day weekend!!!!
I am an idiot. I go home.