The should arrived before the coffee did.

Every morning I sit in the dark and ask myself one question.

What do I want to feel today?

This particular morning something else answered first.

You didn't release a Thursday article last week. You need to write one today.

I hadn't even had caffeine yet and my internal productivity coach was already clocked in.

I closed my eyes.

Took a breath.

And chose differently.

I put on an ambient YouTube scene instead.

Two chairs by a river. A small fire crackling. The kind of stillness you can't manufacture in real life so you find it on a screen at 5 AM and honestly that's enough.

I sat up straight.

Felt my lungs fully expand.

And breathed in a way I forget I'm allowed to.

My body unclenched.

And allowed whatever wanted to come forward to come.

Later that day I created three comics back to back, laughing out loud at my own work.

Nobody scheduled them. Nobody told them when to show up. They just did.

Turns out joy doesn't follow a schedule.

It just needs a little space to show up.

𓂀Being IS the MAGIC – Wandering Waykeeper – Beckett

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