Hello, you.
This month I've been thinking about the first five minutes of the day. Before the lunchboxes, before the phone, before anyone needs anything from me.
Most mornings I spend them rushing. So I'm trying something smaller: one slow breath at the mirror, and reading my sentence out loud. Just once.
This month's prompt
What would you say to a friend who was carrying what you're carrying?
Love you more, Liz
