Younger Me Made Those Plans

 

I hate to cancel… truly. I do.
But when we made those plans three hours ago, I was a completely different woman. Younger. More optimistic. Full of hope. Possibly delusional.

Present-day me? She’s tired. She’s horizontal. She’s already used up tomorrow’s tired and dipped into next week’s patience. 🛏️💗

This isn’t flakiness—it’s growth. It’s learning that rest is productive, pajamas are sacred, and staying home is sometimes the most loving choice you can make for yourself. Especially when the couch is calling your name louder than any social obligation ever could.

Here’s the mildly savage truth:
If it requires real pants, traffic, or small talk—I’m gonna need a 24-hour notice and a full emotional briefing.

So yes, I cancel. I reschedule. I protect my energy like it’s a limited-edition item—because it is. The people who get it, get it. The ones who don’t? They’ll survive.

Tonight’s vibe is soft blankets, zero expectations, and absolutely no apologies.
Because younger me made the plans…
but wiser me is staying in. 😌💅