Today was one of those days. You know, the kind where you plan to sleep in and let the universe handle itself… only to have the Amazon guy wake you up at 7 a.m. Bless their hustle, though—these people work harder than my caffeine-addled brain at 3 p.m. I mean, once they delivered something to me at 11 p.m.! Do they ever sleep? Honestly, I’d love to know.
After dragging myself out of bed and accepting my package (which, spoiler alert, I don’t even remember ordering), I lay in bed for a while. Then, it was time for coffee. Except, my coffee machine has decided it’s on strike, so I resorted to the ol’-fashioned “dump grounds into a cup” method. Let’s just say the first sip was more chew than sip. Nothing says good morning like a mouthful of coffee grounds.
While waiting for the caffeine to kick in and do its magic, I scrolled through X (formerly Twitter, but we’re all pretending we’re cool with that name now, right?). DO some of these ladies live with professional photographers? Every day theres a new photo, perfectly lit and framed. Meanwhile, I’m over here cropping out the laundry pile from my mirror selfies. Goals, honestly.
Eventually, I managed to squeeze in some admin work. By “admin work,” I mean sharing a few witty thoughts on X, updating my website (okay, I stared at it and tweaked a font), and checking my emails. Productive queen behavior, if you ask me.
After feeling sufficiently adult-ish, it was time for a workout. Nothing fancy, but it did the job. Then came the real challenge: getting ready for my evening booking. I’ve known myself long enough to know this process is rarely straightforward. Inevitably, there’s always an outfit that doesn’t “feel right” or an accessory that goes missing—like, where does my stuff even go? Does my closet have a black hole? This time, I left myself enough time to deal with the chaos without turning it into a full-on stress fest. Growth.
The booking itself went wonderfully. The client was sweet, polite, and a total joy to be around. We had a great time, and I’m already telling myself to send a thank-you email. Will I remember? History suggests… unlikely.
Fast forward to now: it’s 1 a.m., and I’m finally winding down. My alarm is set for 8 a.m. because the hustle never stops. Fingers crossed Amazon doesn’t come at the crack of dawn again tomorrow. Oh wait… I just remembered the thank-you email. Typical Joy.
Goodnight, world. Let’s try this whole adulting thing again tomorrow.
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