I had a dream this morning that I was going to be late for work. it was one of those really vivid dreams that you’re convinced is reality. well, I woke up to a clock telling me I had 15 minutes to be out the door. dreams do come true. impressively enough, I walked through the office doors on time. (insert: miracle + ponytails).
I was forced to be a morning person at a young age (4:45AM wake up time all through high school). so in my adult life, I’m trying to catch up on all those hours of sleep I missed out on. or I was. I’ve learned to appreciate the quiet of mornings, with a cup of coffee in hand, and time to reflect.
except for fridays. I just stink at friday mornings. it’s a fact I’ve come to live with.
have the best weekend. (hope yours is filled with less cardboard boxes + heavy lifting than mine ..)