Mini Heart Attack

Hiya Reader,

I hope you're well, I'm crashing a college lounge before my sociology class.  Love the professor but not a huge fan of some of the subject matter as of late.

So when someone mentions an epic life, what comes to mind is typically a lot of really big, really intense events, like skydiving or going on a safari, or having a celebrity friend or something.  I would challenge that an epic life is really just a bunch of nice little occurrences that build up over time or remain somewhat constant.  They're just those little life moments that make you realize you can catch a break once in a while.

Case in point, those little mini heart attacks that turn out to be false alarms.  You all know what I'm talking about, that instant rush of adrenaline when you're heart speeds out of control after you miss a step, after someone says "Can I ask you something?" and perhaps the most devastating of all the mini heart attacks, the misreading of the alarm clock.

See, I rarely sleep through the night, so when I wake up I always check the clock to see how much time I have left.  I wake up anytime between 2 and 7 usually and have my alarm set for 7:30, though rarely do I roll out of bed until 7:45 if not later.  Last night I woke up at precisely 5:59, and I'm not quite sure what I was seeing, but I saw 9:59, and my first class starts at 10:30.  Cue mini heart attack.  Eventually I got my sight back and breathed a sigh of relief before going back to bed for another two hours.  You would have thought the fact that my room was still fairly pitch black would have been a good clue...

My point is that sometimes you catch breaks, and that mini heart attack was really just an overreaction or misinterpretation.  Heck, sometimes you even get two more hours to lay back and relax.

Be well, be epic, and have a wonderful week.

-Megan