It’s morning now, as I’m writing this. The soft glow of the sunrise peaks through my window as I sit here under my favourite heated blanket, holding my pen in one hand and a coffee in the other. Nothing else exists but me and the stillness of the morning. This is my favourite time of day.
For as long as I can remember, I was always up an hour (or two) before I I had to go take care of my responsibilities for the day. I need at least twenty minutes to drink my coffee, another fifteen to read and journal, and maybe an extra 10 to linger in between these moments longer. I love mornings. I love them because I know that even though I have work that day, I have the morning to relax and move slowly.
My morning routines have shifted over the years, though. There was a time when setting my alarm for 5 a.m. felt right, but these days, it’s closer to 7:30. Some mornings, I journal; other times, I roll out my mat for gentle yoga and stretches. Occasionally, I read — but there are also mornings wh…
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