My ideal day has become nothing more than a far-fetched dream. Why? Because I have never been able to execute it; at least, not perfectly from beginning to end. But let me paint the picture for you.

I would wake up every morning at 6:00 AM, feeling refreshed and ready to embrace the day. I would dive into 45 minutes of yoga, followed by at least 10 minutes of meditation to calm my mind. A warm, refreshing bath would help washing away all the remaining laziness,preparing me for a plant- and protein-based breakfast.

Then comes my eternal moment: writing for 30 minutes. Whether it’s journaling, blogging, or at the very least, a small gratitude entry, I just want to put my thoughts into words before the chaos of the day begins. After that, I would dress up for work,a part of my routine I truly enjoy. There’s something about choosing the perfect outfit that adds confidence to the day. But then reality strikes; I have to commute, and that’s where the struggle begins.

Despite the commute struggle , I prefer working in an office. It brings routine, ensures I have my meals on time, and keeps me disciplined. Ideally, I would work for just eight hours, but as we all know, “just eight hours” is often a myth. Still, in a perfect world, I’d leave on time, return home before sunset, and have an early, mindful dinner. Post-dinner, I would take a 30-minute walk in the garden, listening to my favorite songs or podcasts, an essential moment of relaxation and peace.

Evenings would be for reconnecting, spending quality time with family, unwinding, and preparing for the next day with intention. Before bed, I’d like immerse myself in a book for at least 30 minutes, then sleep by 10:00 PM, ensuring a full eight hours of restful sleep.

Now, weekends? That’s a different story. Working in the IT industry, I am privileged to have two days off, and I’d love to make the most of them. The first day would be about resetting, household chores, organizing, and reflecting on the past week’s accomplishments. The second day? Pure indulgence. Reading, sketching, painting, soaking in some creative solitude, and of course, planning ahead so the next week doesn’t take me by surprise.

This is the life I envision ,balanced, fulfilling, intentional. But, no matter how much I crave it, it always seems distant. Maybe one day, I’ll wake up and find that my ideal day is no longer just a dream.