

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.🦋