My morning writing gets more interesting when I wake in the dark. It shows me that I’m coming back to who I thought I was long ago—sometimes from a nighttime journey in a dream, aligning with something bigger and making room for what’s important in my life. Mornings are inspirational and engaging, where dark turns to light, when birds start chirping. I have tremendous trust in these moments.

My thoughts shine the way—here in words, here in solitude—witnessing my best thoughts allow seeds of who I am to come forth. I’m trusting first, sharing second. I ask myself what must be released within my mind to move forward to my best day, ailment-free, while keeping my heart shining. It’s also a time to reinoculate myself with good boundaries, potions and conversations.