If you saw me Monday morning, which I highly doubt you did, I was pace-walking like a mad man.

With a hot coffee sloshing in my left hand and my right hand holding my phone, I navigated myself to Chemistry class with such fervor, it almost looked like I had a purpose. This is what most mornings look like.

I have this philosophy, that if the sun sets and rises and I wake up and eat breakfast, then no matter how bad the night before was or the day ahead will be, I will be okay.

The sun setting and rising is guaranteed. My waking up is a guaranteed in a “I’m a non-smoker/drinker and I eat (some) fruits and vegetables every day” kind of way. But breakfast – that is not guaranteed.

People have many methods for getting by, mine is routine and control.

Being able to eat is a basic and everyday function. If I can’t do that, how will I be able to do the things that are more complex?

For the most part, I take every day as it comes. Even though it’s been about six or more weeks since school started, some days still come as a surprise. We had homework? There was a test? We had to read that? But eating breakfast is never a surprise. It is something I must do, just to feel like everything in that moment is and will be alright.

So, if you see me charging past you, I’m just rushing to the moment where my day will okay. Don’t mind me.

*And if you were one of those people taking up the sidewalk space handing out free donuts…COME BACK PLEASE! I didn’t mean to walk by. Cheese sounded healthier than a donut in my mind.