I almost let June pass without writing anything. Not because nothing happened. But because what happened was quieter than usual. Less crisis, more construction. Less managing, more trying.
And I wasn’t sure that was enough to write about. But then I remembered, that’s exactly the kind of thing worth writing about.
June has been mixed.
The 4 am is still happening. Every morning. Without fail. I keep praying this season shifts to a hybrid model soon because getting up before the sun should at least come with the option to stay home in your pajamas. Just my opinion.
But something is different about the mornings lately. I added workouts.
Not a full gym situation. Just movement in between my prayers and my meditation. Fitting it into the margins of the routine I already have.
And I want to tell you, it feels like a full reset. Like my body needed a language to speak that wasn’t just endure and get through it. Movement gave it something else to say.
I didn’t expect that.
I also didn’t expect to be sitting here telling you that I, a lifelong tea drinker, tried mushroom coffee. Let me explain.
I have never been a coffee person. Hot tea has been my thing for as long as I can remember. There is a whole ritual to it; the kettle, the steeping, the sitting. It is mine.
So when I tell you I picked up mushroom coffee, I want you to know that was not a small decision.
My first reaction was… an experience. I will leave it at that.
But here’s the thing, it’s actually growing on me. Something about it feels intentional. Like I chose it instead of just defaulting to what I’ve always done.
And maybe that’s the bigger thing I’m noticing about June.
I keep choosing things. Small things. New things. Things that don’t have a guaranteed outcome but feel like the right direction.
Morning workouts. Mushroom coffee. Protecting the quiet before the day starts. Paying attention to what my body is asking for instead of just pushing through.
It doesn’t feel dramatic. It doesn’t look like a transformation.
It looks like a woman at 4 am, still tired, but doing something different with the tiredness.
And I think that’s what shifting feels like in real life. Not a sudden change. Not a breakthrough moment. Just a slow accumulation of small choices that add up to something you can feel before you can name it.
June has been a lot. But for the first time in a while, a lot in a good way.
Something is shifting. I can feel it. I’m paying attention.
xoxoxo
Meli Mel