02/21/2026
Some days are powered by grace.
Some are powered by caffeine.
Today was powered by both.
Still standing. đ¤
Today was one of those days.
I woke up at 11pm after only three hours of sleep â exhausted, but my brain refused to power down. By 1am I gave in and took a sleeping pill. On my way back from grabbing a glass of water, I slammed my toe into the bedpost. Not the âouch, that hurtâ kind⌠the âoh my gosh, I think I broke itâ kind.
Then I noticed water spilled all over my nightstand. Of course. Clean that up.
Back into bed. Toe throbbing. Calculating how I might squeeze in four more hours before 5am.
I woke up late and realized I had a parent meeting scheduled. So much for looking polished.
Finally time to leave â and I canât find the garage door opener. No problem, Iâll use the side door. Except⌠it wonât open. My car is locked in the garage. Iâm already late. How is this my life right now?
The old version of me would have let all of this decide my mood and define my day. â¨ď¸
But not today. đ
My mom lent me her car. I made it to work on time. The parent meeting happened over the phone. A little caffeine at lunch gave me a boost. And I moved through the rest of the day with as much grace as I could muster.
I survived. đŞ
And honestly? Thatâs enough.
Resilience isnât about perfect mornings. Itâs about refusing to let imperfect ones run the show. â¤ď¸