You know, if you spend any time online, it feels like the internet is constantly trying to sell you on the idea of a perfect, optimized "5 AM miracle morning." You see all these routines filled with high-energy workouts, intricate journaling, and grand plans. But my reality? Mine is usually a lot more… earthy. It’s more like waking up feeling thoroughly confused about what day it is, then spending a few moments just staring into space. After that, I might do a slow, ungraceful stretch like a half-asleep lizard, before finally making my coffee, very, very slowly.
There are no journals being filled with profound insights, no gratitude marathons happening before the sun is even fully up. It's simply about breathing, slowly, and allowing myself to gently ease into the day. My morning isn't optimized for peak productivity or immediate achievement, and it definitely isn't curated for social media. But here's the thing: it's mine. It's authentic to me, to how I truly need to start my day.
And honestly? These incredibly quiet mornings, these moments of gentle survival, they're not just a routine—they're genuinely saving me. They provide the soft landing I need before the world gets loud, setting a calm tone for whatever comes next.