Women Over 60: The Morning I Got Dressed Before Coffee

Sometimes freedom looks like a pair of soft pajamas—until you realize they’ve become your prison.

Me before coffee—freshly dressed, bed made, and hell-bent on shifting the energy before the day has a chance to boss me around.

The Morning I Got Dressed Before Coffee

For forty years, my first act of every morning has been the same: coffee. Always coffee.

I’m 100% Cajun—and we Cajuns are well known for our devotion to that first cup of the day. It’s not a beverage. It’s a ritual.

My mornings have had the same rhythm for decades: wake up, make the trip to the throne, grab my favorite mug, and shuffle to my desk—me, caffeine, and my social media inbox gathered in some illusion of “productive harmony.”

Two hours later, I’d wander over to the news and boom—sucked in again. Before I knew it, it was noon, and I was still in my pajamas.

Then came the allergy attack from hell. Between the chaos online and my sinuses staging a full-blown rebellion, I finally crashed. I pulled up the drawbridge, shut the blinds, told the world to hush.

I tried to rest, but my nervous system wasn’t having it. So I did what I could: four two-minute meditations, one each hour. Eventually, I drifted into sleep.

When I woke, a thought came through, loud and clear:
“Monica Rose, it’s time to make a shift. You’ve let the luxury of working in your pajamas turn into the rags of an inmate.”

I didn’t argue with it. I just got up, went to my dressing room, got dressed. Then—and only then—did I make coffee.

And wow. The whole day felt different.
Sharper. Lighter. More alive.

Lately, I’ve been walking through a fog of disappointment, betrayal, and exhaustion—the full emotional buffet. And yes, I know: I created it. I own it. But it still sucks.

So this morning, when I did something tiny and almost ridiculous—getting dressed before coffee—I sent a signal to my entire being:
We’re shifting. Right here. Right now.

Because here’s the truth no one tells you:
The illusion of comfort is seductive as hell. Who wouldn’t want to lounge in soft pajamas, sans over-the-shoulder boobie-holder, and call it “ease”?

“Look at me,” I told myself, “I painted a flower! I did the laundry!”
(Translation: one flower, one basket of laundry still sitting unfolded.)

I was doing everything I could to convince myself I was living a happy, productive life—until I couldn’t keep up the charade anymore.

While brushing my teeth, I caught my own reflection and thought, Where the hell did I go?

Turns out, I’d gone into the den of illusion.
The illusion that ease equals freedom.

Nope. Not at all.
It became a kind of prison—and I was the inmate in fancy pajamas.

Because comfort can be the slowest kind of self-abandonment.

And freedom? Freedom isn’t “I can do anything I want.”
It’s “I can trust myself to show up again.”

When I laced up my shoes, my body whispered, We’re moving again.

Sometimes, the first step toward reclaiming your energy isn’t meditating, journaling, or manifesting. Sometimes, it’s just getting dressed before coffee.

So here’s my invitation:
Tomorrow morning, do one small thing that tells your body, your soul, your whole self—we’re back in motion.

Because when you change your signal, life can finally find you again.
Grateful, caffeinated, and fully dressed,
Monica

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