7am on a Sunday.

Cuppa in hand. Fresh. Well rested.

Already thinking about what the day could look like.

This is what my Sunday mornings look like now. And I never take it for granted.

Day 21 of 30 days of gratitude. Grateful for this. For the quiet, clear-headed Sunday mornings that no longer begin with regret.

Worth every single choice that got me here. 💛