Sometimes I think that morning isn't just the start of the day, but a kind of doorway to a mood you'll carry with you. I used to wake up in a hurry, grab my phone, scroll through the news, and within half an hour I'd feel anxious and tired. Then I decided: mornings should be special. One that feels like a holiday for no reason.

The first thing I do is open the window. Even if it's chilly or too warm, I love to breathe in that first breath of air. It feels like life itself is entering my lungs. Sometimes it's a cool, herbal scent, sometimes the smell of morning asphalt, but always a reminder that the day has just begun, and it's new.

I've developed a habit of turning on music. Not the radio, not random playlists, but tracks that evoke vivid memories for me. One song takes me back to summer by the sea, another reminds me of an evening with friends. And when they're playing, the day becomes warmer, even if there are important things to do or challenges ahead.

I make myself a breakfast that's pleasing to the eye. It's not always something complicated: yogurt with fruit, avocado toast, or just coffee with a nice froth. But I try to set the table beautifully, as if I were having guests. And honestly, it works. When you do something for yourself with mindfulness, you feel worthy of care, even the smallest.

I've noticed that when the morning begins mindfully, it sets the rhythm for the entire day. You're no longer rushing or thinking about what you missed. You feel like the day is yours—and it will definitely turn out the way you want it to.