…isn’t the morning. But I still hold out hope that I could train myself to become a morning person.
I’m not really a horrible person in the morning.
Wait, what kind of reference could I use for horrible?
Disgruntled? Godzilla? yeah, it’s not pretty and I apologize to all of my people for that.
|Obligatory photo of his-biscuits to make up for being godzilla- like|
…isn’t bedtime either. Because, well, HELLO 3am my old familiar friend. I struggle with sleep. Struggle. It should be easy, but easy isn’t my thing apparently.
…isn’t dinner time. I’m not a big eater. Which is not the same thing as being a BIG eater. I don’t LOVE cooking, but I also DON’T love being hungry. It’s a tough balancing act.
….IS when I can take off my makeup, wash my face, remove my contacts, moisturize, take off my day bra and replace it with my night bra and don a pair of my beloved
yogurt yoga pants. This is my favorite part of the day. And sadly (or joyfully?) on some days this part comes at 6pm.
6pm people….that makes me giddy. Joyful. relaxed. Happy.
Yep. I’m living the dream. Glamour. Glitz. Comfort.
I am lucky. Sooooo lucky.
Do you have a favorite time of YOUR day?