Forget the alarm. Let your body wake up when it’s ready, like a cat stretching in a sunbeam. Pour yourself a real cup of coffee (or tea) and sit by a window. No phone, no doomscrolling—just the sound of traffic or birds.
I did this last Good Friday and noticed my neighbor’s cherry tree was blooming. I’d never seen it before because I’m always rushing. That’s the point: a slow morning lets you see the small things you usually miss.
