Kim right here, reporting dwell (okay, probably not) from behind her desk.
Friday, July 24
Ignore the date. Screenshot was carried out preemptively after all. At all times put together early, women + gents!
5:00 a.m.: First alarm rings. Undecided how my cellphone ended up being buried deep underneath 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 pondering?
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 joyful. I’m not joyful.
5:04 a.m.: I spring up. John gained. (Chrissy, you’ll be able to maintain him.)
…just a few seconds later…
I’ve efficiently recovered the cellphone! 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 after I might—oh, I don’t know—be understanding? Coaching myself to be a morning individual like all cool and impressive and profitable individuals 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.: Pleased to report I’m nonetheless in mattress. I examine Instagram, e mail, Snapchat, and messages. I’m feeling achieved and I haven’t even brushed my enamel but.
5:30 a.m.: Lastly up. Mattress is made (I bodily can’t go away the home until it’s carried out). I persuade myself that I can skip Tracy as a result of I had rehearsal final evening;* as a substitute, I do half-hearted squats whereas brushing my enamel. Adequate. Higher than nothing.
No exercise means extra time to faff round! I haven’t carried out a correct face masks in a month (I knooow, I’ve been busy, okay?) so carpe diem! To start out, I pop on a little bit little bit of Ceramide Eye Gel (to de-puff sleepy eyes and forestall pulling on the delicate eye space when eradicating the masks in a while. My pores and skin’s clear for the time being however feeling a little bit 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 Buddy 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 getting into the bathe however which means I’ll need to do my complete moisturizing routine after 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 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. Just a few swipes of mascara as a result of I wish to appear to be I attempted, then three spritzes of the Facial Spray. I’m out the door.
7:25 a.m.: I hate 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. Folks 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 most effective.
7:46 a.m.: I eye the field greedily, then bear in mind I downed a couple of liter of inexperienced smoothie goodness. Lady, you would not have the capability to eat for an additional 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 educating assistant by evening.