It’s 11am and you’re feeling ambitious. You’re staring at your Google Calendar like it’s a vision board.
“I’ll be in bed by 10,” you say. “I’ll rise at dawn, sip lemon water, and clip into that 7am SoulCycle bike with the glowing aura of Gwyneth Paltrow on a cleanse.”
So you book the class. Confirmation email received.
Fast forward twelve hours.
You’re three spicy margaritas deep with your friends, debating which Jonas brother had the best solo career (it’s Nick, don’t fight me). Someone orders truffle fries. Then espresso martinis. The group chat is alive with blurry selfies captioned WE NEEDED THIS.
At exactly 12:47am, the thought of your 7am bike ride taps you on the shoulder like a middle school hall monitor. “That’s cute,” you tell your past self, as if she’s a naive intern who still believes in inbox zero.
Let’s be honest - you were never making it to that class.
Except…YOU DO.
Because sometime between brushing your teeth and doomscrolling through Zillow listings you can’t afford, you remembered to take A-Minus.
And here’s the thing: while those two little capsules can’t teleport you out of bed or pedal the bike for you, it does do something pretty miraculous. It helps clear out acetaldehyde, the nasty little byproduct of alcohol that makes “morning you” feel like she’s been personally victimized by last night’s cabernet.
So when your alarm went off at 6:15, instead of clutching your skull and negotiating with God, you actually made it.
Hair in a messy bun. A little eyeliner still clinging on for dear life. But you clipped in. You pedaled. You even fist-pumped to Beyoncé.
And in that sweaty, candlelit room, as the instructor yelled something about “releasing what no longer serves you,” you released the memory of almost bailing on yourself.
So here’s the moral of the story. Book the class. Order the margarita. Take your A-Minus. Be the person who actually shows up.
And maybe stop booking 7am classes on Saturdays… but hey, that’s between you and your future self.
