Panic Mode on a Sunday

I decided to wake up early and be productive, so I set my alarm for 6 a.m. When

it rang, I opened one eye, looked at the time, and confidently said,

“Wow, I still have two hours,” even though I didn’t. I turned the alarm

off, went back to sleep, and woke up at 9:47 a.m. in full panic mode.

I brushed my teeth in record speed, wore mismatched socks like it was a fashion choice,

and ran out the door feeling proud—until I realized it was Sunday. I wasn’t late for

anything. I had just stressed myself for no reason. Again.