$30, Ten Hours of Sleep, and a Damn Good Day

$30, Ten Hours of Sleep, and a Damn Good Day

🌼 Date: Sunday, January 11, 2026

⚡ Energy: Rested. Giddy. Mildly feral in the best way.

💔 Status: Post-Trazodone bliss and back in my body.

🌞 Outlook: Turns out “normal” can feel like a miracle.

Last night I took a Trazodone and slept for ten full hours.

TEN.
Not chemo sleep.
Not half-awake, weird-dream, tossing-and-turning sleep.
Actual, deep, delicious, don’t-talk-to-me-I’m-healing sleep.

Pure. Heaven.

When I woke up, I did what any responsible adult does: checked my socials. And there it was — an ad on Facebook Marketplace for the Dr. Marten loafers that Santa apparently forgot to load into the sleigh.

They’re still sitting in my Amazon cart, mocking me, having dropped from $150 to $110.

But this listing?

Worn once.
Look brand new.
Thirty dollars.

Acca-excuse me?

I may have squealed. Loudly.
Then I asked Casey if he was up for a road trip since we had absolutely nothing else planned.

He was in.

I messaged the seller, we set a time, and suddenly we had a plan — the best kind. The accidental kind.

We grabbed my friend, hit the bank for cash, stopped at McDonald’s for fries and a Sprite (for hydration and change), then made the 35-minute trek to the other side of the river to collect my very late, very perfect Christmas present.

After that?
Grocery store.
Click List pickup.
Home.

That was it.
No drama.
No appointments.
No chaos.

Just a normal day — and damn, it felt good.

I don’t need every day to be big.
I just need days like this sprinkled in to remind me that life still knows how to behave.

💗 Tina –
One Badass Day at a Time