I Forgot to Dunk My Face in Ice

I’ve been playing catch-up all day. This morning? A disaster. I was dead tired. My alarm went off at 6:40 a.m., and instead of seizing the day, I hit snooze…over and over…until 7:30. By then, the beautifully structured schedule I had so carefully crafted the night before was nothing more than a distant dream. So now, here I am, typing away when I should be scrolling in bed.

None of this would’ve happened if I had just dunked my face in a bowl of ice water.

A self-inflicted polar plunge might’ve shocked my system into productivity. But nope, I let the morning win. And if you’re reading this sometime after March 24, 2025, that’s because I let the daily departure enter a delay and slide allllll the way to the end of the day.

The big project for my 5-9 (such a disgusting phrase but I don’t have the time or energy to workshop and promote the new lingo) was to edit this week’s pod so it’s ready for our dedicated early-bird East Coast Taggies. But instead of conquering my to-do list with passion, I got derailed.

Of all the Mondays to let slip from my grasps, it happens to be the day following the viral video that pretty much explains how to seize the day and own your life. Well at least that’s the belief of what we think he was going for. You know the one. But in reality, it was the most unhinged piece of content I have ever witnessed. And I’m not even being dramatic.

The guy levitates for four full minutes before diving into a pool marked NO DIVING. Then, in a move that gets overlooked, he wipes a banana peel on his face like it’s a $400 Kim K skincare treatment. For reasons still unknown, he “accidentally” knocks a glass bottle of water off a table, but….surprise! there’s already a camera on the ground to capture the crash-landing. Oh, and he buys an absurdly overpriced bottle of sparkling water and dunks his face in it as if he’s a Victorian child bobbing for apples.

I mean… what?!

It’s consumed my brain. Every rewatch leads to more questions. Every 30 seconds, a new theory emerges. Was it satire? Performance art? A secret government experiment? I have no answers—just an ever-growing list of spiraling thoughts that kept me up so late I couldn’t even wake up in time to be productive.

And honestly, at this point… maybe I will rub a banana peel on my face.

Okay, I need to go to bed.