Week 1: The Fog Started Lifting
The first two mornings felt pointless, if I am honest. I stood on the balcony, squinting, wondering whether I was just wasting ten minutes that could have been spent getting ready. But by day three, something small shifted: I stopped reaching for my phone the moment I woke up, because the sunlight minutes had already given me a reason to be upright and outside.
By the end of week one, the grogginess was noticeably shorter. I used to need a full hour and two coffees before my brain switched on; now I felt properly awake within about half an hour. It was not a dramatic jolt of energy — more like the fog clearing earlier, and staying clear.
There was one unexpected side effect. Because I was outside first thing, I started noticing the weather, the birds, the quiet street before traffic built up. It felt like a tiny pause before the day began, similar to the calm I had found when I wrote morning pages for 30 days — a small ritual that belonged to me before anyone else needed anything.