Mornings used to begin in a rush.
Email. News. To-dos before tea.
Somewhere along the way, I decided to begin again.
Now, my mornings begin slowly, on purpose.
Hot lemon water in a beautiful mug that has a special connection to my family.
Brushes dipped in soft watercolor before I speak a single word.
One word of intention, chosen quietly, to carry me through the hours ahead.
It doesn’t always look the same.
Sometimes I journal. Sometimes I just sit in the light. Sometimes I pedal.
But always, I begin with presence.
This ritual isn’t about checking a box.
It’s about coming home to myself before I meet the day.
Before the doing, the being.
Before the noise, the noticing.
Before the list, the breath.
If you’re craving more space in your mornings, you don’t need a new routine.
You need one moment that belongs only to you.
Start there.
And let it grow.
— Jane
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