5 more minutes

My eyes fly open, startled by the garbled conversation just outside my window. I can’t believe I actually fell asleep here, in the back seat of my car in the parking lot basement.. at work. This is what I’m having for lunch, sleep. And honestly sleep tastes better than any pizza in the world  would right now.

I never pictured life after school because I had this overwhelming sense of dread that it was going to be bad and its actually a teeny tiny bit worse, by a margin. My heart beats faster as I explore the possibility of being discovered and I play around with the event in my mind. There is a lot of humiliation and maybe just a little bit of humor. Why does the intern have to sneak off to her car for a nap during lunch? What could she possibly be so tired from? “We all get tired right?”

Nobody mentioned that you are tired all. the. time.

Sum up adulthood in one word? Exhaustion

Because let’s face it, this is where I’ll be the same time tomorrow – taking a nap for lunch.


4 thoughts on “5 more minutes

  1. This is too funny. I used to live this life in between classes during college. Lol fifteen plus minutes to spare equaled nap for me. Adulting is the pits, but it does get better. With time, adjusting, tolerance, patience, and mostly prayer, you’ll become half a pro at this Adulting game 🙂

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  2. I was so consumed and excited by the idea of being “financially independent” as an adult, I overlooked everything that leads to it 😬… Let us embrace that exhaustion is part of the journey, and enjoy the journey while being exhausted… lol – Better days are yet to come… I HOPE.


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