The Morning I Chose Me

This morning didn’t start with urgency. It started with intention.

I woke to stillness. Not the kind that demands more sleep, but the kind that invites presence.

I reached for my shoes instead of my phone, tied laces with quiet purpose, and stepped into the soft morning air.

A 31-minute walk. 2.27 km of movement. 154 active calories. A heart rate in the rhythm of change.

The streets were still asleep, but I wasn’t. I was choosing me.

Back home, I showered with the sunlight warming my shoulder, classical music gently threading through the air, and my “Open Mind” blend whispering notes of clarity. I weighed in, hydrated, brewed my coffee — but more than anything, I noticed. I was present in my body, in my breath, in my space.

No one else saw this moment. No applause. No audience. Just a quiet celebration of showing up — for myself, with love.

And you know what? It was enough.

Today, I chose me.

And I think I’ll keep doing that.