A grounded reflection on how simple morning rituals—reading, journaling, movement, and meditation—help me recentre and return to myself. Not a routine for productivity, but a daily practice of presence, clarity, and quiet strength.

A quiet war between two selves. This is the uneasy truce I’m trying to make.

It came on New Year’s Day and sliced straight through the noise: What if you only had one year left? Here’s how one question became the compass for a whole new way of living.

I thought I’d outrun the crash. But behind the highlights—the marriage, the parties, the career—something darker was growing. This is what cracked, and what slowly started to heal.