The sun wasn't up yet when I wrapped myself in my favorite blanket this morning. Steam rising from my tea. The house still quiet.
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I love the peace that comes before the world wakes up.

We often rush past pockets of potential pleasure. We treat mornings like a race to be won instead of a sensual experience to be savored.

What if we made those first moments of consciousness an intimate date with ourselves?

What if instead of reaching for our phones, we reached inward?

Even one minute of intentional presence can shift the entire texture of your day.

Not to add another should to your morning routine. But to notice the tiny moments where pleasure already exists and lean into them.

The warmth of your coffee cup.
The softness of your sheets.
The gentle transition from sleep to wakefulness.

This week, let yourself move at the speed of pleasure.

To take those extra moments in bed.
To feel the morning on your skin.
To be deliciously slow when the world asks you to rush.

Your prompt for the week: What's one morning moment that you could turn into a miniature pleasure ritual?

Marveling,

P.S. I'd love to hear about your morning pleasures - just hit reply and share. Everything is welcome here.