Kim right here, reporting stay (okay, probably not) from behind her desk.
Friday, July 24
Ignore the date. Screenshot was executed preemptively in fact. At all times put together early, girls + gents!
5:00 a.m.: First alarm rings. Unsure how my telephone ended up being buried deep beneath the covers, however they did. Don’t care both. All I need is to close this silly alarm off—even when it’s John Legend crooning “Good Morning”—however the effort required in discovering the supply of sound is an excessive amount of for me. White iPhone, white sheets… what was I considering?
5:03 a.m.: I’ve efficiently satisfied myself that if I simply shut my eyes and attempt to sleep, it’ll cease. It doesn’t. John’s getting louder. He’s not pleased. I’m not pleased.
5:04 a.m.: I spring up. John received. (Chrissy, you may preserve him.)
…a number of seconds later…
I’ve efficiently recovered the telephone! The push notification has 4 inspirational emojis: pink hearts, a star, a flexed bicep and a peach. Ugh. How was it that I used to get up earlier than the morning time to do 1.5 hours of Tracy Anderson and prepare for my 7 a.m. commute?! That was a very long time in the past. Like, a looong time in the past.
5:10 a.m.: Guilt settles in. I’m losing my 20s in mattress once I may—oh, I don’t know—be understanding? Coaching myself to be a morning particular person like all cool and bold and profitable individuals are? I’m conflicted. I’m too lazy to get off the bed, but it surely’s previous the purpose of going again to sleep.
5:15 a.m.: Joyful to report I’m nonetheless in mattress. I examine Instagram, e-mail, Snapchat, and messages. I’m feeling completed and I haven’t even brushed my tooth but.
5:30 a.m.: Lastly up. Mattress is made (I bodily can’t go away the home until it’s executed). I persuade myself that I can skip Tracy as a result of I had rehearsal final evening;* as an alternative, I do half-hearted squats whereas brushing my tooth. Adequate. Higher than nothing.
No exercise means extra time to faff round! I haven’t executed a correct face masks in a month (I knooow, I’ve been busy, ok?) so carpe diem! To begin, I pop on somewhat little bit of Ceramide Eye Gel (to de-puff sleepy eyes and stop pulling on the delicate eye space when eradicating the masks afterward. My pores and skin’s clear in the meanwhile however feeling somewhat congested with this 90-degree summer time. Cucumber Tonic Masks it’s.
5:51 a.m.: I’m 20 pages into Elena Ferrante’s My Sensible Good friend when it’s time to take away the masks. Am I the one one who can’t completely cleanse a masks with out getting water throughout my gown? I ponder getting into the bathe however which means I’ll should do my entire moisturizing routine once I’m out—so I determine in opposition to it.
6:04 a.m.: I impress myself with how I didn’t soak the lapel of my bathrobe and proceed the remainder of my routine with out having to pause to vary into dry garments. Cucumber Cleaning Lotion, Vitamin C Serum, and Oil Free Moisturizer SPF 30. At all times. In that order. 6:30 a.m.: I ate breakfast. Drank it, truly, as a result of I’ve been tremendous impressed by the breakfast smoothies rounded up in our ‘Wholesome Meals for Wholesome Pores and skin’ column. Three cups of water, one banana, 5 cups of frozen child spinach, one massive Fuji apple, one massive Asian pear, two slivers of recent ginger, one spoonful of chia seeds, two stalks of celery, half a medium-sized head of romaine lettuce, half a scoop of vegan vanilla protein powder. It is a imply, inexperienced smoothie I inform ya.
7:00 a.m.: Denims and a tee ‘trigger it’s caj Friday on the workplace. A couple of swipes of mascara as a result of I need to appear like I attempted, then three spritzes of the Facial Spray. I’m out the door.
7:25 a.m.: I hate site visitors. TGIF. Additionally, Thank iTunes for podcasts. I’m a nerd. I’m okay with it.
7:36 a.m.: I additionally hate that there’s a espresso store proper throughout the road from the workplace. I make a psychological word to recollect to top off on inexperienced tea this weekend. Two scoops of matcha in water, no ice. Individuals eye me as I sip my inexperienced drink. I later discover out that I’ve a rogue piece of hair protruding the facet of my head.
7:44 a.m.: Fridays at work means DONUTS! And BAGELS! Working right here is the perfect.
7:46 a.m.: I eye the field greedily, then keep in mind I downed a couple of liter of inexperienced smoothie goodness. Lady, you do not need the capability to eat for one more hour.
I take a donut anyway. Strawberry frosting with sprinkles as a result of at 23, I’m nonetheless a toddler.
7:55 a.m.: I’ve my matcha, I’ve my sizzling inexperienced tea (inexperienced tea is lyfe), and I’ve my donut. I solely have 30 emails this morning. It’s Friday.
Life is sweet.
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*Content material supervisor by day, salsa dancer and instructing assistant by evening.