Slow morning. Woke up with sunlight pouring in through the curtains, one of those small luxuries I never take for granted. I stayed in bed for a while, just letting myself be, no screen, no pressure to move quickly.
Eventually threw on a hoodie, tied my hair up, and walked to the park. The air was cooler than I expected, but the quiet was perfect. A few runners, dog walkers, the usual rhythm of the city moving just a little slower on a weekday morning. I like walking without headphones sometimes, it clears my head.
Stopped for my usual: oat matcha, light ice. The barista knows me now, which is both comforting and slightly embarrassing. From there, straight to Pilates. I’m still surprised by how much I enjoy it, it’s less about burning energy, more about tuning into it. Strength without the noise.
Home by noon. Cleaned up the apartment, opened the windows, lit some incense. Played a chilled house mix while I organized my closet and folded laundry, nothing glamorous, but honestly, I like that part of my day. It feels grounding. Like I’m making space for everything else to flow.
The rest of the afternoon is quiet. A few messages to return, some reading, maybe a nap before the evening. I like these kinds of days. Uneventful, in the best way.
-A.
