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When I learned that I’d be working from home, I had a vision of how I wanted my days to start: I’d wake gently to the sound of birdsong, and waft over to my yoga mat for an hour of asana and meditation. Then I’d brew herbal tea and eat homemade granola, take a steamy shower, dress for comfort, and arrive at my desk, bubbling with creativity and efficiency.
What my mornings actually look like: When my phone alarm goes off at 6 a.m., I roll over groggily to punch snooze. (I’ve always been a night owl and I need the extra winks.) When my alarm buzzes for the third time, I give in to morning, reluctantly. I pick up the phone and “check the headlines” a euphemism for scrolling through social media. An hour later, after I am securely up to date on what’s happening with Meghan and Harry, Scandinavian home decor trends, health research, local weather, Oscar contenders, and the status of Cardi B’s next drop, I realize I’m late. I do a quick sun sal