#softstart

she who glows... isn’t perfect. she simply chooses to begin again — gently, every single day. 🌸

this morning affirmation ritual is your reminder that light is not something you chase — it’s something you become.

🎧 full ritual → https://youtu.be/E9Q7P1Zei6I

Pour warmth into your cup. 🍵☀️

Let the sunlight spill

across the room,

and across your heart. 💛

Monday feels like cool linen against bare skin,

a sleepy stretch and the weight of the world not yet fully awake.

I rose with the sun — early, quiet.

My dog’s soft steps followed me to the door,

and just outside my window, the birds were already singing.

I stepped out, barefoot, to leave them seeds and water.

They chirped like a promise.

Then came motion —

a morning walk, my dog by my side and my cat trailing quietly behind.

At home, I fed my fish and felt the rhythm of caring for small lives.

A short workout, a warm shower, the scent of skin cream and soap.

Then, headphones in — music playing —

and off I went, carried by the bus into the hum of the world.

At work, I watched the city stir —

mornings buzzing, doors opening,

the clink of cups and quiet conversations in the early light.

Later, I returned home to the little rituals that hold the day together:

checking the mailbox, walking the dog again, folding soft laundry.

I waited for a package with the feeling of childhood —

that giddy pause before unwrapping something unknown.

Before night fell, I walked my dog once more and fed them all —

each of my pets, each tiny heartbeat that shares my space.

Then I brewed my comfort.

It’s the taste of quiet.

The taste of coming back to myself.

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Now, I’m here —

a book in hand, wrapped in stillness,

letting the day slip off me like silk.

And through it all,

chatting softly with my loved ones through this little glowing device.

Cat sleeping by my head, dog by my feet

Good night, for today 🌙

“Monday doesn’t have to rush. Let it whisper.”

— Tea 🌿

Before the world asks me to perform — to respond, to be brilliant, to be beautiful — I begin with a return. A return to my breath, to my body, to the quiet hum of my own rhythm. This is my beginning.

It’s not about efficiency. It’s about intimacy.

A warm shower becomes something sacred — a baptism of sorts. Steam rising. Soap lathered slowly. The feeling of water tracing the shape of who I am. I wrap myself in cotton not just to dry, but to comfort. I stand at the mirror not to critique, but to see.

I choose a scent. Something floral, something warm. I oil my skin and thank it. I brush my hair, not because I must, but because I can. I offer myself gentleness before I face the world.

My mornings are not rushed. They are curated. I do not tumble into my day — I step into it, fully embodied, fully aware. That is the gift of choosing how you begin.