I like how I wake up

🇬🇧greetings from Ipswich

the blur is in the mirror not me 🙃

There's something pretty amazing about that morning moment when you open your eyes (and if you’re lucky as I am it’s in Ipswich) and think: I'm good with this!

At 55½, I've finally figured out stuff about myself that took a beat to see.

That desperate coffee grab first thing? That's not really me—> it's my body's habit from years of Africa work.

When I'm away, like now & typing furtively on my phone, I sleep better and don't wake up clawing for caffeine (still, however, with a penchant for alliteration).

Each morning now, I catch a glimpse in the mirror and think, "I like how I wake up."

no caffeine; all Ipswich.

Not just physically (though don't tell the eyebrow serum lady), but the person I've become through years of small, consistent choices.

Consistency.

That poor dead equine of advice we've flogged repeatedly because it works.

The small daily practices that seem insignificant in isolation and always accumulate into something substantial.

My contentment didn't appear overnight it was built morning by morning, choice by choice.

Here's the thing we know, too, it's never too late to begin.

Whether 25, 55, or 85, today offers a starting point and tomorrow provides an opportunity to reinforce what we begin today.

If today is your Day One—> welcome! We've got this.

Fall off? Start again.

That's still consistency.

Small daily choices become who we are almost before we notice.

I'm glad you're here whether beginning, continuing, or starting fresh because every consistent choice carves not only our path, but our evolving story.