Morning rolls in with the chirp of birds—or is it my alarm? Either way, I’m up by 6 AM, give or take 30 minutes depending on how cozy my bed feels or how fast my toddler’s feet hit the floor. Laundry is usually my first assignment of the day. Yes, laundry. There’s something oddly therapeutic about it, though I can’t explain what. Maybe it’s the satisfaction of crossing one thing off the never-ending to-do list before the day has even begun.
After tackling the clothes, it’s my turn to get ready. Showered and fresh, I take a seat for breakfast, which is usually either leftovers from last night or a comforting cup of tea. No pressure for culinary extravagance here; I’m just fueling up to face the day. Somewhere in this rhythm, I steal some precious minutes with my daughter, who, without fail, melts my heart every morning with her energy and endless questions.
By 7:30 or 8, I’m out the door, heading to work. My daily walk is a mix of steps and spiritual nourishment, thanks to a rotation of Bible study podcasts and uplifting Christian music. It’s my way of centering myself before the world starts demanding things—emails, reports, and those sneaky deadlines that always seem to pop up uninvited.
At work, I like to ease into things, starting with a quick check of my emails. It’s here that I map out my day, prioritizing tasks and figuring out which “fires” to put out first. Some days are spent analyzing data or writing reports—desk work that feels productive in a calm, quiet way. Other days, I’m laser-cutting sheets for production, and on a few lucky occasions, I’m making presentation slides that make me feel like a professional PowerPoint ninja.
Lunch rolls around, and it’s a much-needed breather. The food is sorted (one less thing to think about, thank goodness), so I use this time to scroll social media, lose a few Candy Crush lives, and occasionally laugh at reels that remind me life isn’t always so serious.
Afternoons at work are more laid-back. I tackle the less pressing tasks with mugithi music softly playing in the background. If you’ve never worked while listening to Kikuyu mugithi, you’re missing out—it’s like an instant mood booster, even if you don’t understand a single lyric. At 5 PM, I clock out, ready to walk home. This walk is different from the morning one; it’s slower, more relaxed, often filled with light banter as I catch up with colleagues.
Evenings are where the real multitasking begins. After a quick rest—often with tea or porridge—I shift into “home mode.” My sister and daughter need to be nudged into the shower (why do kids act like bathing is optional?). Dinner is a team effort; my mom and I alternate cooking depending on whose energy reserves are still intact.
Post-dinner is my little slice of “me-time,” though it’s not always glamorous. I’ll either catch a movie, dive into a book, or open my laptop to study or apply for career opportunities. This is also when I let the writer in me loose, jotting down random thoughts, ideas, or the occasional pun that made me laugh more than it should have.
Before bed, I carve out time for Bible study. It’s a grounding ritual, a way to reflect on the day and prepare for tomorrow. And then, finally, I crash. Somewhere between the quiet hum of my room and the comforting thought that I survived another day, sleep takes over, and I’m ready to do it all over again tomorrow.
Life isn’t glamorous, but it’s beautifully mine—messy, tiring, and full of love in all the right places.
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