

mornings are soft again 🤍
woke up, stretched my spine, made my tea.
slow yoga. bare feet on the floor. music barely there.
i don’t do this to be “that girl”.
i do it so my brain doesn’t eat me alive by 3pm.
it’s not always pretty.
some days i just lie there.
but showing up — even like that — counts.
routine isn’t perfection. it’s a soft promise to myself.
and today, i kept it.
🦋