Daring to be....Me

This morning, after 24 hours without power and a very hot and restless night of sleep, I walked down to the kitchen to return some dishes I had left in my room the day prior. It was 5:30am and I couldn't sleep any longer.

Three steps in and the next thing I know I'm practically doing the splits. My foot had slipped on a huge puddle of water that appeared courtesy of the refrigerator defrosting. My leftover coffee from the day before was left dripping down the side of the wall and I found myself sitting in said puddle.

NOT the best start to my day. I wondered if it was too late to turn around and start over.

5:30am + lack of sleep + falling + spilled coffee= a not so happy strawberry blonde

But this, too, shall pass...