Meditation

Saturday. 5:15 AM. The place is still, wrapped in a deep blue hush. I woke up long before any of my weekday alarms again, my mind already spinning up its usual gears. Instead of fighting it or staring at my phone, I just decided to meditate.

These early morning meditations have become my favorite ritual. I used to struggle to sit still for ten minutes without checking the clock or using an app years ago. This morning, I just let myself melt into the silence. I focused on my energy mostly, the distant hum of the refrigerator, and the slow rise of the sun coming in through the blinds.

When I finally opened my eyes, an entire hour had vanished. It hit me with a quiet shock—I actually know how to do this now. There was no internal battle, no racing thoughts about my to-do list. Just space. It is wild to look back at how frustrating this used to be and realize that, somewhere along the way, the quiet became a place I actually look forward to visiting.

The stillness of that hour stays with me, acting like an anchor as the weekend finally springs to life.