It’s a fuck it day. And I’m celebrating it properly.

I haven’t had my beloved iced coffee in two weeks due to not feeling great and not wanting to fuel that.

But this morning we had a meeting for 9:30am, which translated to us needing to leave the house at 9am to get there on time. I set my alarm for 8:30am and allowed myself to scroll, not realizing my error in mathing at midnight last night after going over paperwork.

I impressed the hell out of myself by getting ready in ten minutes, and that includes straightening my hair and looking like I didn’t just wake up from a crappy night of sleep.

I took the reins of the meeting and crushed it. But I’m still in that aggressive adult mode and my iced coffee is the only thing that’ll soften my hard ass right now. And I’m okay with that, even if my body isn’t.