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Reflection
Some mornings, the world feels like it wakes up before I do — racing ahead while I’m still fumbling for coffee and clarity.
Today was one of those days. But instead of chasing the pace, I sat by the window and watched the light creep across the wall.
It struck me how often we rush through the gentle beginnings, eager for momentum. Yet there’s something quietly powerful about easing into the day, letting your mind catch up with your body.
Not every morning needs to be productive. Some simply need to be lived, one slow breath at a time.
