Once my alarm goes off I lay there and think about why I decided to get up at this time in the first place all to which I have no freaking clue.
When I finally do get up I stumble my way to the bathroom like a zombie that has a hangover. (not that I know what that would feel like to a zombie. Do zombies feel hangovers?) Then once I finally find my way into the bathroom I brush my teeth and change. Since starting yoga I have been doing it every morning.
After my yoga, I change yet again. Which since being winter is cold. so the thought of changing seems a bit much for me. But, I do it. (Although I sometimes just change back into my pajamas and wear those the rest of the day)
After that, I go downstairs and drink one of the only reasons to get up every morning. That amazing good coffee. ⛾
Then I sit down with my life source and drink that. Trying to become a functioning adult for the day. keyword try. I normally fail. 😂
That's when I talk with my mom and we go over our plans for today and what we would like to get done. That's about it. It is not that exciting. But, I thought I'd share.
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