Several months ago, I was asked how 18 year old me would feel if she knew where our life would be now. My answer? “Disappointed.” “Why,” I was asked. “Because none of her dreams came true,” was my response.
Two things hardly anybody knows about me are:
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Why can I go to bed at 1:30 a.m. on a work night and have to force myself out of bed at 8:45, but if I go to bed at 3 a.m. on a Friday night, my eyes pop open at 8 a.m. on Saturday like “Let’s go!” Apparently my body revolts against business hours.
I actually enjoy waking up early. There’s something about the quiet time as the world is also waking up around me. Don’t mistake that for me being a “morning person” because I am anything but. Seriously, don’t even speak to me until I’ve had a smoke and that first sip of coffee. Well, unless you’re cute and it comes with an, “I’ll start the coffee,” and a kiss 😘
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Caffeinated Chaos 
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