I lived on autopilot for many years. ✈️ I’d wake up, jump up, put the kettle on, brush my teeth, check my phone. Then I’d fly somewhere — to work, to run errands, to see someone. I wasn’t in those mornings.

Then I got sick. Just a cold, but a bad one. I had to stay home for a week. Suddenly I noticed a ray of sunshine falling on my bed in the morning. ☀️ How the blanket warms me. How the cat purrs next to me. I realized that I’d never heard my cat purr in the morning before. 🐈

Then I promised myself: I’ll give myself perfect mornings. Not always. But sometimes — definitely.

My morning now is black tea with honey. 🍯 A warm robe. No news, no social media. Just me and my world. I can watch the clouds move outside the window. I can lie down for another hour. I can read a book. 📖 And you know what? The world won’t collapse if I don’t answer someone right away.

A perfect morning isn’t coffee with cinnamon or a photogenic breakfast. It’s when you wake up and don’t owe anything to anyone but yourself.

I recently tried making lazy oatmeal with baked pear. 🍐 It turned out to be the simplest and most delicate breakfast in the world. I slice a pear, add a little sugar, a little cinnamon, and put it in the oven for 10 minutes. I put it all on top of the oatmeal with milk — and eat it slowly. Every spoonful is a reminder: don’t rush. 🥄

Maybe someone will say: "Are you wasting your time?" But I will say - I am not wasting it. I am giving it back to myself. 💫

Maybe tomorrow you will also try not to rush? Just wake up... and don't rush. 🕊️