Kim right here, reporting reside (okay, probably not) from behind her desk.
Friday, July 24
Ignore the date. Screenshot was performed preemptively after all. At all times put together early, girls + gents!
5:00 a.m.: First alarm rings. Undecided how my telephone ended up being buried deep below the covers, however they did. Don’t care both. All I would like 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 completely satisfied. I’m not completely satisfied.
5:04 a.m.: I spring up. John gained. (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 daybreak 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 figuring out? Coaching myself to be a morning individual like all cool and impressive and profitable persons are? I’m conflicted. I’m too lazy to get off the bed, nevertheless it’s previous the purpose of going again to sleep.
5:15 a.m.: Joyful to report I’m nonetheless in mattress. I test Instagram, electronic mail, Snapchat, and messages. I’m feeling completed and I haven’t even brushed my enamel but.
5:30 a.m.: Lastly up. Mattress is made (I bodily can’t depart the home except it’s performed). I persuade myself that I can skip Tracy as a result of I had rehearsal final night time;* as an alternative, I do half-hearted squats whereas brushing my enamel. Adequate. Higher than nothing.
No exercise means extra time to faff round! I haven’t performed a correct face masks in a month (I knooow, I’ve been busy, okay?) so carpe diem! To start out, I pop on just a little 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 for the time being however feeling just a little congested with this 90-degree summer season. Cucumber Tonic Masks it’s.
5:51 a.m.: I’m 20 pages into Elena Ferrante’s My Good Pal when it’s time to take away the masks. Am I the one one who can’t totally cleanse a masks with out getting water throughout my gown? I ponder moving into the bathe however which means I’ll need to do my complete moisturizing routine once I’m out—so I resolve towards 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 alter 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, really, 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 giant Fuji apple, one giant Asian pear, two slivers of contemporary 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. This can be a imply, inexperienced smoothie I inform ya.
7:00 a.m.: Denims and a tee ‘trigger it’s caj Friday on the workplace. A number of swipes of mascara as a result of I wish 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 be aware to recollect to replenish 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 few liter of inexperienced smoothie goodness. Woman, you don’t have 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 baby.
7:55 a.m.: I’ve my matcha, I’ve my scorching inexperienced tea (inexperienced tea is lyfe), and I’ve my donut. I solely have 30 emails this morning. It’s Friday.
Life is nice.
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*Content material supervisor by day, salsa dancer and instructing assistant by night time.
