It’s Going to be a Good Day
November 18th, 2025
Writer: Sophia Wohl
Editor: Dani Cohen
Some days it’s hard to get out of bed, and others it’s easy. One night you may get a pristine eight hours of sleep, and another you may get four. What people often believe is how you sleep sets up the rest of your day. But personally, I don’t believe in that crap.
A few months ago I was given an Oura ring, and ever since I have been obsessed with my sleep score, movement, relaxation status and more. I was so preoccupied with my statistics, I hadn’t realized the hole I had been digging myself into. If my ring doesn’t superscore an 85 or above within each category, I am not given a crown at the end of my day, signifying I did something right, something worthy of a compliment.
Something is very wrong with the way I think now. That if I don’t wake up with a sleep score over 85, my day is already a bust at the ripe time of 8 a.m.
How is that fair? Fair isn’t criticizing my every move based off of a number a possibly inaccurate smart ring granted me. But yet, I still listen and let it bully me with its score.
My next question, but more of a concern: how do I go back to who I was before? Before I was a puppet manipulated by a smart ring. I can wake up tired, or maybe fully energized, but either way, I am able to get the same tasks completed, regardless of how I feel.
Sometimes I procrastinate. Who doesn’t? Other times I have it together. I wake up, make my bed, eat good food, and get all my work done. I feel proud of myself. But other days I am allowed to be lazy; I am allowed to wallow in bed, and order take out for every meal. And you want to know why? It’s because I can. I am no longer 15 living under my parents roof, waiting for them to come home and wait on me hand and foot. I am now responsible for myself.
It’s been two and a half years since I’ve fully lived in my Connecticut home with my mom making my dinner every night and folding my laundry. It’s been two and a half years that I’ve been living on my own, and I believe I’m doing a pretty good job.
So I reiterate, who cares if you sleep eight hours. Those eight hours aren’t going to magically grant you a perfect day. And who cares if your relaxation status isn’t an 85 or above. A good day comes with a good attitude, and good attitude is granted with a smile once you get up, and make your bed. Once you walk downstairs and pour your coffee, maybe chat with your roommates.
Having a good day is not as hard as people make it look, all it takes is a smile.