What are your morning rituals? What does the first hour of your day look like?
It went from striking to overused. The sun deployed to push vibrancy through the window. The attention span veered into her natural thinking muscles. The illusion, bit by bit, woke up an unexplanatory depth.
Levitating or meditating, the sheer groove of mental energy rose with the light. The morning ritual opened the very bottom of her soul, a certainty anchor freed the mince into an autopilot of action.
The inner-hush was the start to an explosion day. Fortunately, the habit inspired the discipline and endurance required for years of important creative work. A cup of coffee thereafter also kept the interest up the business of living.
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