Started at 8:23 AM. Went downhill in heels from there.

Let me tell you something about today, baby—it had plans for me. I woke up with the full intention of being fabulous and on time. My calendar was blocked tighter than TSA on a holiday weekend. I had my checklist, my to-do’s, my time slots—and I just knew I was about to dance through the day like I had a personal assistant named Destiny.

But life said: “Sis, sit down.”

Let me break it down:

My first scheduled call? 8:30 AM.
The call that came in outta nowhere? 8:23 AM.

And not just any call. A “let-me-bend-your-ear-real-quick-but-actually-take-up-your-whole-morning” kind of call. By the time I hung up, I realized I had completely missed the 8:30 call.

Y’all.
Someone was literally waiting for me on Zoom for 20 minutes—and if you know me, you know I do not play like that. I am the queen of prompt. I beat the clock. But today? The clock threw me in the group chat and dragged me.

And while all this was happening, I still had emails piling up like laundry before laundry day. I’m trying to type responses between calls, read attachments with one eye, and hold coherent conversations like I’m not two seconds from a full Wi-Fi meltdown.

Let’s not forget—I’ve got a dog. And that little fur supervisor doesn’t care how important my call is. He needed to go out. Right. Now.

Lunch? Oh, sweet naive lunch…
That became a game of “how fast can I chew while someone else is talking on Google Meet.” I’m over here taking ninja bites of my sandwich like I’m doing a covert op during a hostage negotiation.

I mean—cramming carbs and clarity into the same 30 minutes is not a skill I had on my resume. But today? Add it to the list.

And here’s the kicker: every meeting I had required a follow-up. Nothing was a one-and-done. I’m circling back, double-checking deliverables, apologizing with that “please-still-love-me” tone, and making sure everybody feels seen—even when I was feeling very much… unseen by my calendar.

But here’s the gem I mined from the madness:

You can have your whole day color-coded, goal-posted, and spiritually aligned—and life will still come in with a plot twist.

It doesn’t mean you’re failing.
It means you’re growing.
It means you’re in motion.
It means you’re doing real, meaningful work—and sometimes that work looks like chaos in heels with a forkful of lunch mid-call.

So today I missed a call.
Ran behind.
Ate like a spy.
Still showed up.
Still followed through.
Still Coach Liz.

And if you’re reading this after a day that had you feeling more scrambled than organized, hear me when I say: You’re still a boss. Even when you’re late, breathless, and biting sandwiches in secret.

Stay gracious. Stay gritty. Stay getting it done—even if it’s messy.

With lip gloss, grace, and a full inbox,
Coach Liz