6:30 a.m. The alarm has sounded its call three times, and I’ve dutifully snoozed each one. Today, my kiddo gets the luxury of sleeping in—no school. Meanwhile, the clock ticks toward 7:35 a.m., when I need to leave for work. The to-do list beckons, each task awaiting its turn.
Coffee. Vitamins. Shower. Dress. Feed the cats.
The world outside feels alive: birds singing their morning songs, a warm and welcoming sunrise painting the sky. Inside, two cats wait patiently, soft silhouettes in the light. They know breakfast is coming—I never let them down.
With my to-do list complete, I steal a quiet moment of “me time.” Coffee in hand, I sink into the couch and let the hum of the TV set the tone for the day ahead. It’s fleeting, but oh-so-precious.
As I back out of the driveway, a mental check clicks into place: trash day. My neighbor’s bins standing proudly by the curb remind me of my own. A quick glance at the calendar confirms it. Time for a detour. Back to the driveway I go, wheeling my trash bins to the curb—one small triumph before the day really begins.
The commute becomes a retreat as I listen to UNTAMED by Glennon Doyle. Her words strike a chord, a reminder of the untamed spirit within, the power of showing up, even on mornings like this.
Your morning feels vivid, productive, and grounded—letting readers glimpse the harmony you create in the busyness. Anything you’d like to tweak?
