The quiet art of a slow morning

The best part of an early morning is that nothing has happened yet. The day is still an unwritten page, and for a few minutes, there is no need to fill it.

I have been practicing a small ritual: opening the window, making something warm to drink, and leaving my phone in another room. Some mornings I write a sentence. Other mornings I simply watch the light move across the wall.

Slowness is not another task to get right. It is permission to arrive in your own life before giving your attention away. A cup of tea can be enough.

Tomorrow, try keeping the first ten minutes for yourself. No grand plan required. Just notice what is already there.