I’ve been phasing out coffee. Not out entirely, because that would be grim, but I’m reducing my dependence down to weekends and sleepy emergencies; my anxiety just can’t take it any more. Plus, since quitting changing my job, those 6am starts have slipped back just a little, so my old justification is gone. I’m supposed to be slowing down,
Personal
morning scenes
Mornings are sort of my favourite. I say sort of, because I’m really quite terrible at getting up: pulling myself out of bed every morning is like leaving the womb again on a daily basis. But once I’m finally free from the duvet’s embrace, I honestly do love the morning: the clean light, the smell