03/31/2026
Working Miami Music Week is basically signing up for the most unhinged marathon of your life
You start the week thinking you’re gonna “balance work and play,” and by day two you’re answering emails in sunglasses, 3 hours of sleep deep, pretending you know what time it is. Meetings at 3am. Your step count is elite, your brain cells are not. Every Uber ride feels like a life reset. Every “quick stop” turns into a 4-hour side quest.
Then there’s the schedule, You say things like “I’ll just swing by for a bit” and suddenly it’s 6am, then you gotta go home and do an outfit change like it’s an Olympic sport. At some point you forget what day it is, where you are, and if you’ve actually slept or just blinked really long.
By the end, you’re running purely on adrenaline, chaos, and questionable life choices, trying to piece together memories that may or may not have actually happened.
And of course, you finish it all off the only way that makes sense, a completely delirious post with no structure, no context, and absolutely zero proofreading.
Wouldn’t have it any other way. This is the best week of the year. Cheers 💫
