A day in the life of this writer....is never normal or regular. That isn't to say that I am some wildly exciting person who spends her days doing things she's never done before, looking for adventure behind every corner. Rather, my days are supposed to be normal, following a routine of some sort. But without fail, something happens every day and any well-thought-out routine or schedule gets changed at the last minute or completely thrown out the window. I guess you could call this life happening, but it's always unexpected and throws a wrench into any and all plans I make for any one day. This makes it a little hard to write about a regular day in my life, but we'll try anyway.
On a "regular" day in my life I wake up sometime around 8:30 in the morning. I am technically supposed to be awake and out of bed well before then and I have dozens of alarms that tell me I should be getting up earlier, but I never listen to them. The bed is just too comfortable and I'm just not a morning person. After waking up and denying that I actually have to get out of bed to be a functional human, I drag myself to my closet and try to pick something to wear for the day. I consider myself low maintenance so my typical outfit is anything comfortable that doesn't require three hours and a tool box to put on; by that I mean a pair of jeans, a t-shirt or tank-top, and one of my many comfy sweaters (in other words, a writer's uniform). I pull all of that on and head to the bathroom, where I tame my bed head and try to wake myself up just a bit more before I slump downstairs for breakfast and a good morning hug from my mom (always the best part of the day).
I am still is high school, so the first half of my day is filled up with school work and extracurricular activities. Lately, my school has consisted of a lot of cram work and catch-up projects in preparation for graduation next year. I would really love to be well done with all my school work by the end of December so I can focus on other things before I go off to college. That's the goal and it is achievable; it just means a lot of stress and extra busyness. On a regular school day, I end up working for about three hours straight on assorted assignments, one of which is usually a blogging session; at least once a week I try to take time during school to work on my next post. Sometimes I'm too stressed with school to come up with anything good, but I try all the same.
After school, I grab a quick lunch and for about half an hour, give or take a few minutes, I have free time. While my schedule varies depending on what day of the week it is, my afternoons are almost always packed with activities and assorted craziness. I don't mind being busy and at times I even enjoy jumping from one thing to the next; I've been doing afternoon activities for so long that they have just become a regular part of my schedule. During a normal week, my afternoons consist of one of the following things at any given time: work, piano lessons, choir, teaching ESL, working out with my sister, and hanging out with a friend or two. While I would love to explain each of these activities more, they are all too extensive to fit in one post nicely. Perhaps each of these will get its own blog post someday.
No matter what an afternoon was dominated by and no matter what the rest of the day held in store for me, and even if I like the occasional crazy schedule, by the time the sun goes down and I stumble back into my house from wherever I was, I am more than ready to end the day. It can be statisfying to know that I got everything I possibly could out of a day because that makes winding down that much better. I finish everyday with several hours of peace and quiet that I set aside for myself. I use this time to relax and indulge in hobbies, and every once in a while I pull out my computer and write another blog post for the people who will take the time to read it. After that, I pack up any paraphernalia that is laying around my room and, with one final recount of the day, I turn off the light and drift off the sleep. As I fall sleep, in the back of my mind I consider how tomorrow will the much the same as today. It may hold its own separate set of challenges and stresses, but deep down I know that if I survived today, I can survive tomorrow.
I hope you enjoyed this little look into my life; it's a simple but happy one that is constantly enriched by the people that I interact with. My life would not be what it is without my family, whom I love very much, and by the people who read this blog. The fact that you chose to read this is very encouraging to me and I hope you will continue to do so in the future. I don't know where my life will go next - I have no idea what is over the horizon - but I intend to bring you all along for the ride regardless of what happens.
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