20 & In Between

This will be boring because it’s realistic. I know this because I feel boring when I talk about my week to anyone ever. I’ll try to keep it brief.

Sunday: I do not sleep in because my body wants to punish me for something I don’t know I’ve done. Sundays are usually wash days (days that I wash my hair, for those who aren’t aware) since I have the most free time. I make breakfast, which could be French toast and sausage or tater tots and green tea, depending on the day, and tune in to my church service online. For the rest of the day, I might hang out with my parents or read on the couch until sunset, but nothing else other than cooking my dinner for the week. I don’t like to do much on a Sunday because I like to be lazy.

Monday: I wake up at four or five or six in the morning and get ready for the day. After taking my vitamins and eating a Nutella bagel, I sit back in bed and read. I put on a timer for when I have to leave for work because I will forget. I head out at 7:38am and pray my car isn’t too cold. Then, I get to work and do what I do from 8-4. I actually do all of my assignments for school at work because I hate to do any type of work at home. School is probably one of the easier aspects of my life right now, kind of. After work, I go on a walk and do whatever workout I feel like doing that day. I shower and change before turning on the TV to eat dinner. I have to watch something while I’m eating, I think it’s a generational thing. At eight, I sing karaoke until I get tired or start losing my voice. Then, I go to bed. Any texts or calls after nine go unanswered.

Tuesday-Thursday: Repeat Monday.

Friday: Friday is also a repeat of Monday, but occasionally I have plans on Friday nights. These plans range from a friend invading my apartment to going out and not getting back until Saturday has already started.

Saturday: I stay in bed until I get bored, so around nine or 10 in the morning. Most Saturdays, I hang out with my parents or a friend or a couple friends. That will probably last all day or until I say my day is over, most often the latter. I go to bed hoping to at least sleep in on Sunday morning.

While I love to live on my own and make money, I find that this is the most exhausted I’ve every felt in my entire life. I wake up tired on Monday and Tuesday and Wednesday and every single day, actually. Do I regret choosing to work a full-time job? Yes, sometimes. A lot of the time. It is more financially sustainable than anything I’ve ever done, no complaints there. In, like, every other way, I don’t know why I thought I could survive like this. I will survive it because I have to, but I really don’t want to.

Anyway, I’m extremely grateful for the privileges and opportunities I have received and continue to receive. I just like to complain sometimes.