Some have been up for hours badassing their way through this gorgeous day. And then there’s me, refusing to leave my bed until something worthwhile

compels me to get up…like the smell of bacon coming from the kitchen, which probably still wouldn’t entice me enough to get up since I don’t eat it these days.

I don’t know how really, but I thoroughly owned yesterday’s shift with us having two no-shows and having ridiculously stupid requests from customers. Even my boss, who is incredibly patient and is extremely appreciative of her customer base, at one point said she was about done with people and cussed. She never ever cusses. But I found myself not being the usual empath soaking in her frustrated vibes by instead making her laugh as we pushed through the service with what brain cells we had left.

We didn’t get out until late, which means I was eating my poor excuse of a dinner at like 10:30pm…eating dinner that late is a young person’s game, bruh…and truly enjoying my evening by 11. It was actually stupendous considering the nights I’ve had recently.

Rest was decent, so decent that I decided to once again hold off on my Friday errands that I already put off yesterday. Who needs that noise when I only have a few precious hours to myself before I have to endure the bullshit of being an adult for an even busier shift? Definitely not me. Priorities.


So, from the comfort of my bed I rescheduled an early morning appointment I had for Monday. The me from a year ago who thought that appointment time would be easily doable is definitely not the me of today. I pushed that bitch back to the afternoon on Tuesday because I have a feeling once this weekend is in the books, I will be dead to the world on Monday. …leave flowers on my grave. I’ll smell their blooms Tuesday when I’m a functioning adult again.

I also did my banking, tweaked the grocery list, and planned dinners next week. All while the heating pad comforts my back, the wrap-around pillow snuggles me, and my usual bedtime up-do is down so I can twirl the soft curls like they’re an 80’s phone cord connecting me to the latest juicy gossip that makes me feel a part of the it crowd.

I feel like I’ve got my shit together, and for this lazy moment where the check marks are small and faint, I celebrate myself for not being in straight jacket or prison orange by now…because my gosh, have I been tempted AF by both lately.


Real talk from someone who is built to enjoy hard work and zero outside praise for it because the feel-goods within are that powerfully validating to the soul.

…I miss the days of being content being broke and staying home watching MTV summer break at the beach house, only stepping out of the house to refresh my Hawaiian Tropic tan 😩. I’m tired of living the 2026 life that’s become required of me. It’s ridiculously defeating in so many ways with so little being gained. So, this weekend I’m taking a mental vacation back to 20 years ago to what feels like a lifetime ago, where everything was moderately priced, minimum wage was strangely the same…I think, and bikinis paired with cutoff shorts were the required dress code as we barely touched our phones and still knew what a quiet mind was like. What a happy place to be 😍