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cycles.
the system you've created for your day to day schedule so things won't get out of balance and throw your whole day off. Because if your whole day is thrown off you seem to not do what you originally planned to do.
It's just too much for you to handle. You need a schedule that contains everything you will be doing for that day and the next day after that and those days after that day.
cycles.
something that repeats. something to keep things in balance. you need balance right? Where would you be without life's balance. Things would either get too hard or too stressful.
cycles.
"Elani." The voice replayed in my head over and over like it always did. Each morning I would hear a voice in my head telling me to wake up around the same time each morning.
I raised up and looked over at the clock that was sitting on my night stand that read "6:00 A.M". Getting out of bed I immediately made my bed and made sure there wasn't no wrinkles. I slid on my slippers, it was something about walking around with no shoes on that disgusted every bone in my body.
I brushed my teeth and washed my face so I could get to work early like I always did. I hated not being on time and I hated being there just when I need to be. I always arrived early just to get ahead start of my day.
Turning on "The truth" by India.Arie i hummed lowly taking my shoulder length locs out of my bonnet styling it in a high ponytail. I left a few locs down in the back and I went into my closet picking out my ribbed knitted olive green dress along with some brown sandals.
"This ain't going to work." I mumbled seeing that I was behind schedule and I was a few minutes away from getting irritated.
I hurried and slid on the dress and my brown sandals. I grabbed my phone off my bed, along with my iPad and MacBook. I always left my bag in the car, wasn't nothing too important in there. I rushed out the house but not before I grabbed a banana and a water.
I got into my 1999 Jeep Wrangler turning on a a Steve Harvey podcast. He motivated me every morning even when I didn't want to get up and do entirely nothing.
"Failure is a great teacher, and I think when you make mistakes and you recover from them and you treat them as valuable learning experiences, then you've got something to share." He spoke.
Pulling up to the school I teach at " Andrew Johnson Middle School." I enjoyed teaching. Kept me organized and together.
I got out, grabbing my tote bag putting my iPad and MacBook in it. I pulled my keys out the ignitions locked my doors.
"Goodmorning Ms. Dune. How are you." Mrs. Jones greeted me and I smiled telling her I was fine. I kept it short. I didn't really like the teachers. They didn't seem as genuine as they portray themselves to be.
Seemed like to me they were only here for a check. We didn't even get paid a lot so it couldn't have been that either.
I walked into my classroom and waited for my students to enter so I could start today's lesson.
