I think I have spoken so much about how I like to begin each morning. It won’t be anything new to anyone who knows me but there are times and seasons and I seem to change with them. For this point though, it seems my mornings are the same.
I like to slow them down. It’s so easy to make haste of everything and lose sight of what we should appreciate. Just yesterday I came across the memoir of someone who went back in time for a day. She was over eighty and when she opened her eyes, she was thirty again. Her kids were young again and her skin was smooth again. Rather than rushing the day like she remembered doing, she’d pulled her children close, kissed them and sang of her love to them. She wasn’t in a hurry to send them to school or to get prepared for her job, she was conscious of what was happening and basking in what she had ignored.
She hugged her husband, kissed him and told him how much she missed him, how she loved him. She’d spent twenty years without him after he lost his fight to cancer. Her teen daughter was wearing that goth makeup again and rather than yell at her, she kissed her face and told her how beautiful she was.
I had already made the decision to slow down my days but this just solidified it. I wake up as early as 5am and as always, it begins with fellowshipping with Jesus. I sing love songs and then pray. Then I spend about twenty to thirty minutes studying my bible. Sometimes more. From there, I stretch (or I don’t), talk with my family and then brush my teeth while listening to positive affirmations.
What comes next is lemon flavoured warm water as I take my time on my couch talking to my fiancé on a call, we exchange what the day would be like for both of us and then talk about other random things. I proceed to work on my craft, be it a video, audio, picture or my book.
Sometimes, when I leave the house to work finally, it’s almost 10am but I don’t feel any form of rush or guilt. By 12pm, I may have ticked three out of what I had written on my to-do list for the day and eaten lunch. I hardly have breakfast these days.
The point of this is, I used to look at a life like this as unproductive and lazy. It took a lot of reprogramming and self-reflection to stop beating myself over these things. In fact, compared to other times, 2025 into 2026 had been nothing but pure magic. I still have the stormy days, when it seems everything is going wrong (mostly during that time of the month) but then I have learned to hush my head when it begins to go on a negative bout.
In a few words, my mornings as of last year consisted of God, Self-love and friendship. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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