Reblogging for the #atozchallenge:
We’re over Prague now where the morning’s just starting off. If it’s anything like Budapest (why wouldn’t it?), it’s with coffees and rush, yelling at the kids, putting on the make-up, running for the already packed tram lines, it’s screaming with stress.
When my colleagues ask me how I am not stressful when our job is full of deadlines, obstacles and frustrations, my answer is that in big part it’s because I don’t take part in the morning locomotive.
My wake-up regime is gentler. It’s a slow start, giving my head space to recover from the dreams, to prepare for the day from the depth of my soul.
It’s not as much a routine but rocking gently with the wake-up flow, following whatever feels right at the moment. Some mornings it’s a full breakfast, other times it’s water. Sometimes it includes writing, sometimes I’m just staring into nothingness. There are…
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