I can’t be trusted to wake up early enough for my all day Sunday shifts, which is why it’s the one day a week I set an alarm for.

But I slept tense all night for some reason and woke up on my own four hours before my shift starts. And while my head and body hurts from the stress not being able to leave me as I tried to shut my brain off, there’s still some wins this morning.


That gift of time allowed me to cuddle my covers and comfort scroll for a bit.

Springing out of bed was exchanged with the dogs giving me hugs and kisses, not wanting me to move an inch.

I was able to have some family kitchen time with the oldest and his dad while they made breakfast, something I usually don’t get to experience because I’m running behind.

My breakfast and warm coffee were savored instead of me taking bites in between placing bobby pins in my hair.

The dryer gets to warm my work clothes, including my luxe yoga pants, before I step out into the cool autumn air 🫠

I got back scratches to help soothe me when I haven’t been touched in weeks.

My plant babies were able to get an adequate drink before the plant lights provide more nourishment for them after I leave.


I was able to feel like it was much more than just a work day, and that’s a big deal when you don’t want that one responsibility in life to define it.