7 AM. Rise and shine. As I run into the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. I scurry myself to my closet to decide what I want to wear, same as usual. I make my way downstairs to the kitchen to get myself a granola bar to eat on my way to work. I get a reminder that I have 6 clients to speak to today. I loved my job. I am a child psychologist. I love helping people with their problems, because it was something I appreciated as a kid. I balance my day out knowing that I will be done by 6 PM tonight. As I leave, I repeat the same 3 words I repeat every single morning. Cell phone, wallet, keys. I lock the door behind me and make my way to the car. As I pull out of the driveway, I turn on the radio. Christmas music is of course playing in the car, it’s December. A chilly morning has given me the idea to get myself a nice cup of hot chocolate. I am on my way. Once I see all of my patients, I feel good about how I helped them with their problems, once again. I make my way to my house to change into my workout clothing. I repeat the same 3 words everyday before I exit my home. Self phone, wallet, keys. I am on my way to my dance class to keep up with my technique and health. Once I reach my home, I clean myself up, and run upstairs to my bedroom. I read 9:00 pm on my clock. I instantly pull out my ukulele to begin my writing. I have about an hour to get some stuff down. I take my sweet little time. I am practicing some originals for another coffee house I signed myself up for. As I begin to yawn and my eyes feel heavy, I put away my ukulele and drag myself to bed. I send my mom and my dad a good night text and sending them my love, as my nightly routine. I set my alarm for tomorrow for 7 AM and plug my phone into the charger. I sink into the pillows and let the sheets fall on me to warm me up. Today was a good day, as it usually is.