My Morning Ritual: Love the Little Things

Upon waking, the first thing I usually notice is that I'm desperate for a wee. So I do the logical thing and spend the next fifteen minutes lying there thinking about that desperate feeling and how much my bladder actually hurts because I really need a wee. Eventually, I actually get up and take a wee and in my ecstatic relief wonder why I didn't get up sooner.

But this post isn't about that. Thank goodness.

I go to the kitchen and boil the kettle for my morning cup of tea. It's more complicated than you might expect. I have proper tea leaves and yet I've lost my little tea strainer (you know, the ones that look like a flying saucer on the end of prongs?) so I have this little process that goes like this:

Boil the kettle. Pour the boiling water into my teacup. Pour that water into a jug with the tea leaves and leave it to brew for three minutes.

And in those three minutes?

I take the (now hot) teacup and kneel by my balcony window. It's early, so the world is still silent except for a few urban birds singing in the tree outside my balcony.  

I close my eyes, breathe, listen to the silence and the birds and notice how good it feels to hold that hot cup between my hands as the heat in the porcelain fades to warm and then to nothing.

It's just 3 minutes. It's nothing, really. And yet I treasure those 3 minutes each and every morning. They're simple. Grounding. Real. 

I know you're up to big things. Me too. I know your dreams are always pulling you forwards. I know there are places to go, things to accomplish and so much to, well, so much to DO. And I admire you for all of that. I admire your commitment to creating what you want in your business, your life, the world.

But remember, too, that your big dreams start with your experience of today. Now. So keep dreaming, keep moving, keep working, but...

...don't forget to love the little things along the way.

The hot teacup. The silence. The birds. The smiles. The hugs. The first bite of dinner. The sun on your cheek or the fresh morning air. The hot shower. The smell of the yoga mat. The love-filled emoji text message.

Whatever, just remember that no matter how big your dreams, at the end of the day, they're only and always made up of the little things.

Love and courage,

Leah