A Morning That Wasn’t Pretty, But Was Mine I didn’t wake up feeling motivated. My hair was messy, my room looked like yesterday’s laundry exploded, and the only reason I grabbed the journal was because it was sitting closest to me. I wrote one line: “I’m glad I made it through yesterday.” That felt like enough. The lip tint wasn’t some magical confidence boost — it just smelled nice, and I needed something small to make me feel like I’d done one thing for myself. The drink was whatever I had left in the fridge. The clip? Honestly, it’s cheap and sometimes breaks, but it held my hair back long enough for me to wash my face. None of this looked like Pinterest. But it was real. And that’s the part I’m trying to hold onto: the small, imperfect things that make a day feel like mine, even when nothing else is together. Try this with me A quick, honest check-in. No perfection required. One-line reflection Finish the sentenc...