You wake up at 6:20 am, probably snoozed the alarm like four times.
You head to the gym, not because you like working out in the morning, but because your home gym would close by the time you got back from work.
It’s 7:30, and you have to go back home even though you still have 2 more sets to go, thinking that next time you will try to wake up a bit earlier.
The 50-meter walk back home feels great with all the early morning breeze and sunlight, despite your exhausted body.
You reach home, collapse onto your comfy couch, only to jolt awake five minutes later to shower and get ready. You can’t afford to be late for the sixth time this month.
It’s 8:30 and you still need to put on sunscreen. But between being late and having tan skin, you choose the latter.
You head to work by 9 and barely make it in time.
Your workplace is quite comfortable, even though you’re sandwiched between your boss and the CEO.
It’s 12:30 pm, lunch break. While waiting for your turn to use the microwave, your coworker chuckles at your plain lunchbox, filled with last night’s leftovers: chicken, soup, and lots of rice.
Lunch with colleagues is always fun, but you need to eat quickly to squeeze in a short nap.
It’s 2 pm, and you wake up from your short nap, ready for another four hours of work.
It’s 6 pm, time to clock out, but you don’t want to be stuck in traffic, so you play some chess games with your colleagues while waiting for the roads to clear up.
Also, your friend wants to hang out tonight, but you know you can’t. So you say sorry (again).
It takes over half an hour with all the signature Hanoi-rush-hour traffic, but you finally make it home.
You cook-eat-clean from 7 to 9 pm. Let’s just say you’re not a kitchen wiz and not a fast eater.
At 9 pm, finally finish all those dishes, you open your laptop to work on your project. This is the time you’ve looked forward to all day. However, you have to finish the report for the next day first.
It’s 11:30 pm, and you’ve lost track of time. Now, you need to complete all those long-ass night routines.
It’s past midnight, and your eyelids are heavy, but you still have a few pages left to read because you’re determined to stick to your reading habit.
After finishing 20 pages, it’s now 12:30 am. F***, you will go to sleep earlier tomorrow.
As you drift off to sleep, you reflect on the day in your head: “Not a perfect day” you think – “but still, a great one”.
