Tonight I sat by the window for a long time. I'm going to make one real change this month. I can feel that it's time.
I'm going to try waking up an hour earlier. The quiet morning hours feel like a gift. I want them for myself.
I've been feeling tired for a while now. Too many late nights, too little rest. My body is asking for a change.
I think mornings suit me better than nights. My mind is clearer when the world is still quiet. That's when I do my best thinking.
I feel like a small change can open a new door. I don't need a big plan — just one honest step. Tomorrow, I begin.