Morning routine.

The LED light from my phone carves the morning darkness and leaves shadows on my desk. The pen I use to write being mirrored by its shadow counterpart on paper.

Kettle spinning up in the background. It’s excitement will be heard in a few seconds as it starts to whistle at me. High pitched and commanding. A little steam engine on the way to nowhere. After a few minutes the metallic juggernaut is quiet and a warm cup of coffee is my reward.

Another day ahead. Empty and pointless conversations. Back and forth with witty comebacks and discussions on all the troubles which plague us. Makes me realize how ungrateful humans are. The curse of retail. You learn so much about people that you learn too much about them.

Outside the sun hasn’t shown up yet. A sip of coffee. I definitely drink too much of it. But I need it. It’s my vice.

Slow down. listening to Donnie Vincent. he’s saying I should slow down. Perhaps he is right. No, he is right. I am burning myself at both ends. The rat race swallows up everything like a tsunami and spits out survivors.

Writing in the mornings, I love it. I feel it waking me up, invigorating me.

For now, it’s time to brush my teeth. It’s almost time to join the rat race again.”