I have rituals.
No strict rules – but clear, small routines that are good for me.
My mornings take time.
I don't wake up quickly.
I'm having breakfast in peace.
I've given up coffee – and that was the right thing for me.
Instead, I love silence or quiet music that slowly accompanies me into the day.
I used to be a real grouch in the morning.
Not anymore.
Today I even smile when someone else is one.
Maybe because I've learned not to put pressure on myself in the mornings anymore.
It's important to me to bundle up.
Into a cozy blanket or my bathrobe.
That sounds trivial – but it isn't.
I used to own neither a cuddly blanket nor a bathrobe.
Today I know how much these little things give me support.
I deliberately plan plenty of time for myself.
Not because everything always has to run perfectly,
but so that I can approach everything without stress.
And if it doesn't work out, it's not the end of the world.
I simply realize then:
My rituals make me much more relaxed.
I had to learn how to relax.
It didn't happen by itself.
Today, it is an important part of mindfulness for me.
– and self-love.
These rituals don't make my life any more spectacular.
But they make it softer.
And quieter.
And that's exactly what grounds me.
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