Some days are so quintessentially typical they loop right back around into chaos. Yesterday was one of those. A day that screamed, “You know better!” while I marched forward like a caffeine-fueled general on a self-imposed battlefield of calendar invites and step goals.

Let’s start with the obvious: I woke up at 4am. Voluntarily. That’s not early bird energy.  That’s “am I okay?” energy. By the time the sun remembered to rise, I’d already had a full existential monologue, worked out, and sent three emails that probably made at least one person question my time zone or my sanity. Or both.

Naturally, I walked 17,000 steps. Not because I’m training for a marathon or escaping a zombie apocalypse. No, just because I forgot how to sit still. My Fitbit practically gasped, “Girl, hydrate.”

Then I crammed in back-to-back meetings like I was starring in a one-woman corporate speed-dating show. Everyone got 30 minutes, maybe 40 if I forgot to hit “Leave Meeting” and they kept talking. It was an espresso-fueled parade of nodding, note-taking, and pretending I knew which version of the spreadsheet we were on.

Oh right. Did I mention? I restarted caffeine. I had taken a noble, possibly ill-advised break. But yesterday? Yesterday was the great coffee comeback. Not a gentle re-entry, mind you. No, this was espresso like it owed me money. My heart was doing TikTok dances by 11am, but my productivity? Flawless. Terrifying, but flawless.

By the time the day ended, I had no idea what actual day it was. Just that I survived it. I crushed it, in that way where you’re both triumphant and vaguely vibrating.

Was it a typical day? Yes.
Was it also a cautionary tale? Also yes.

So here’s to the typical days. The ones where we do too much, drink too much, move too much, and think, “Maybe tomorrow, I’ll chill.”

(P.S.: she did not chill)