Ah yes, a beautiful, warm morning. The sun is out like it’s trying to impress someone, the sky is clear, the mood is almost romantic—if only my head didn’t feel like it had hosted a rave all night. My eyes? Betraying me. My brain? Filing a complaint.
And yet, here I am, dragging myself out of bed because, guess what? Breakfast won’t cook itself and the gym isn’t going to slay me unless I show up first.
I was going to skip today. Be gentle, rest, blah-blah. But no—something deep inside me needs to be unleashed. I want to move, to sweat, to pretend like exercise is therapy.
Plus, yesterday was cold and I looked like a rejected rapper in layers of oversized hoodies. Today? The sun’s out, the vibe is cute, and I am absolutely going to the gym dressed like a K-pop idol on her day off. Lip gloss, crop top, good vibes—let’s pretend I’m here to dance, not die on the treadmill.
Here’s to good weather, bad headaches, and unstoppable main character energy.