Even though it was about a week ago, Shawna from Serpentine Streets wrote a post on her love of quiet mornings, and it was so lovingly written, I had to follow up on her question on whether or not we also had any sort of morning rituals.
I used to fill up my sugary needs for the day by eating delicious, chocolatey Mexican cereal every morning, but then I found out that milk causes bad things to my tummy and gives me more anxiety attacks, so I stopped drinking milk in the morning.
Then, I dress myself with the vast variety of clothes I have been able to acquire over the years. (I paused writing this post to get up and actually count how many of those articles of clothing don’t even fit me anymore. Nine articles of clothing. Fashion!) Look at that sexy robe at the end.
At the school I attend, they like to ask us many “stimulating” questions, especially the kind that they think we’ll be processing in our minds all day. In my AP English class, our teacher asked us when was the first time we truly felt like adults. I didn’t know how to answer the question as broadly as he was asking us, so I wrote down that the first time I felt like a big girl was when my mom caught me sniffing her Chanel No. 5—which I wasn’t allowed to do, because Chanel was for women—and she let me spray some on myself. And then she let me wear some of her lipstick. All day. But it wasn’t the lipstick—it was the fact that she had given me permission to put some perfume on, Chanel perfume. She had “confirmed” me, in a way. I felt, after that moment, that confirmations were going to start getting easier for me, because of the first decision to let me wear that beautiful perfume I watched her spray on every day.
I haven’t been able to bring myself to purchase Chanel perfume for myself, though. I don’t think I want to own my own Chanel perfume until… I don’t know. I think it would make a good 18th birthday present. I just don’t want to ruin the special feeling it has for me. At least I have Miss Dior Cherie, which I got engraved when I was in Paris, and it smells beautiful.
Some people feel naked without makeup, other people feel naked without their watch, other people feel naked if they haven’t properly washed their face (I think they just don’t feel clean)—for me, I will be beyond irritated if I’m in class and I reach my hand up to tug on my ear or play with the clasp of an earring and I find that I’m not wearing one. One of my nervous tics, other than removing my nail polish in class, is to pull at my ears, or take off my earrings, clean them, and put them back on. I need to have earrings on, all the time, or else I have nothing to control my shaky hands in class. Also, I like earrings!
And then, once I’ve double-checked everything, like made sure that I brushed my teeth the right way, or to make sure that I applied moisturizer because then my face feels tight, or to make sure to turn off my twinkly lights that I had on all night, or to make sure that I’ve turned off the music I leave on to get ready—then I allow myself to leave my house. This happens every morning—except for the Starbucks part, that’s only when I saved a secret civilization’s island overnight, and I reward myself with a caramel macchiato.