Sunday, 8 March / Some Sunday Thoughts

Today marks an impressive day in my university calendar. Setting my alarm for 6.30 then snoozing for a minimum of 30 minutes is a far too regular occasion. Fumbling my way out of the luxurious cocoon that I have created in my, otherwise arctic, university bedroom takes the term 'the struggle is real' to a catastrophically realistic level. I turn my swollen, exhausted face to the smug iPhone alarm tone and fill with rage as I consider that the last 30 minutes could have been experienced in a lucid dream world, without the 5 minute snooze presses.

Here I am, at 7.50am, finding a spot of creativity amidst an already successful morning - I truly live for moments like these. Perhaps it's because getting up early ensures plenty time for my favourite things throughout the rest of the day: eating, cooking, Dinner Date and eating. There's something about a Sunday that arouses an urge for relaxation, creativity and contemplation. Trapped in my cage of university work and unable to enjoy Sundays for their mollifying properties, I'm working on recognising the little nuggets of joy that surface throughout these 'me' days. 

As I highlight, scribble and confuse my way through this week's assigned language article, I sip on a recently purchased coffee that excites me to open my enervated eyelids at 6.30...7.00 am. Enrobed in my fluffy M&S dressing gown, I vigorously scribble today's plans and smile at the potential for disaster or revelation in the 'cookie dough truffle' recipe I will attempt this afternoon. I text my mum because, she's my mum. I play a quick spout of One Direction on volume 2 to avoid the judgement of my flatmate who I think is, so far, unaware of my harbouring, secret, obsession. I anticipate the upcoming week with trepidation. Scheduling Wednesday as my 'plan your life' day and contemplating how to squeeze in some dissertation writing beside the daily requisites of Come Dine With Me and cooking too much pasta. 

Each week starts the in the same way for my groggy, tired self. I dress myself in the morning-person façade and shower off the dreams of the night before to face today's reality. I'm awake at 7.00 and for that I can be proud. I'm judging the success of the day by the ability to swipe right on my phone a mere 20 seconds after Siri begins her morning song. Though the truffles may prove unsuccessful on this blustery Northern day, I'm sure that I will be.