When I left my 9-to-5 corporate job, I thought my mornings would finally feel slow, peaceful, and mine. No more rushed commutes, no more back-to-back meetings. But honestly? They just became a different kind of blur.

Sure, I didn’t have to hurry anywhere, but I was snoozing my alarm ten times, scrolling mindlessly before even getting out of bed. My days had no rhythm — and I missed that quiet sense of purpose I used to feel, even in the chaos.

So, I started small. A cup of coffee in my favourite mug. A few pages from a book. Some mornings, I just sit in my garden and watch the sunlight move across plants. It’s nothing fancy, but it anchors me — reminds me that how I start my day shapes how I move through it.

A mindful morning doesn’t have to be perfect. It can be messy, sleepy, unfinished — as long as it’s intentional. Maybe it’s journaling, stretching, sitting quietly with your pet, or even just breathing deeply before diving into the day.

It’s less about what you do, and more about how you feel while doing it. When your mornings begin with presence, the rest of the day feels a little lighter, a little more like you.

So tomorrow, instead of snoozing the alarm again, maybe just wake up, hold your mug, and take a moment to be. The peace you’re looking for might already be there — waiting in the quiet.

P.S – nowadays I make coffee in Moka Pot, another way to slow down a bit more.