You know those days when nothing feels quite real, like you accidentally slipped into a parallel universe where time moves weird, your brain is buffering, and reality keeps glitching? Yeah — that was me last Friday.
It started with a terrible night’s sleep. You know, the kind where you wake up every hour thinking it's time to get up… only to find out you still have three hours until your alarm. By the time morning finally came, I had hit snooze so many times I actually missed the alarm altogether.
No big deal, I thought. I’ll just shift a few things. Until I looked at the clock.
I was already late.
Late for the first thing on my schedule — a meeting I wasn’t mentally (or physically) prepared for. I threw on something vaguely presentable and bolted. As I sat there trying to participate like a functioning adult, I felt that internal tug: I forgot something.
And then it hit me.
I had a second engagement — something important. Something I had committed to with a friend. Something I was supposed to be dressed up for.
Cue the stomach drop.
She was already there. Waiting. And I wasn’t there. She called me. I had to admit it slipped my mind. Then I had to get ready fast and get there.
The Spiral
I could feel the shame rising. That voice in my head started in with the greatest hits:
“You’re so unreliable.”
“You can’t even manage a calendar?”
“Why did you say yes if you couldn’t follow through?”
But then something strange happened — something that felt like a glitch in the matrix in the best way.
Instead of continuing the freefall into self-loathing, another voice quietly cut in:
“Hey. You messed up. But you’re human. Give yourself some grace. Then get a grip.”
And that became the theme of my day.
Giving Myself Grace
Let me be clear: I hate disappointing people. And I especially hate disappointing myself. But grace doesn’t mean pretending it didn’t happen — it means looking at what did happen and responding with compassion, not punishment.
Grace meant texting my friend and owning it fully: “I completely forgot, and I am truly sorry. I will be there in 10 minutes.”
Grace meant not catastrophizing this one off-day as a reflection of my character.
Grace meant recognizing that sleep deprivation and mental clutter aren’t moral failings — they’re warning signs.
Getting a Grip
But grace isn’t the end of the story — it’s the middle.
After the apology and the deep breath, it was time to regroup.
Here’s how I “got a grip”:
Checked my calendar for the rest of the week (and set notifications for everything).
Asked myself honestly: What systems failed? (Answer: Relying on my memory instead of my two calendars. Again.)
Committed to a better sleep routine for the next few nights, not as punishment — but as a reset.
A Final Thought
We all have those “glitch in the matrix” days. Days that start sideways and spiral from there. But they don’t define us.
You are allowed to:
Be forgetful.
Be late.
Disappoint someone.
Mess up your day.
And still be a good person. A responsible person. A growing person.
Give yourself grace. Then get a grip. And then — try again tomorrow.
Because tomorrow isn’t about being perfect. It’s about being present — and ready for the next glitch.
Happy Thursday you amazing humans,
-srt