For me, it has to be the early morning. That lovely, hushed time before the rest of the world decides to get noisy. The birds are having their first chat, the kettle is humming, and the day feels wide open, full of possibility. It’s like the universe hands you a blank sheet of paper and says, “Here you go, let’s try again.”
Of course, it doesn’t always stay peaceful for long. Before you know it, emails start popping, someone wants something, and life comes barrelling in with its usual demands. But in those first minutes of the day, I get space to reflect, breathe, and maybe convince myself I’ll finally drink more water or actually stretch today (we’ll see).
Some people swear by evenings, saying they find their energy there. Others thrive in the middle of the day when everything is buzzing. But for me, nothing beats that soft, quiet promise of morning.
Mae 🧡
UNDER THE WILL... OVER THE DRAMA... 
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