![20250717_095533.jpg](https://cdn.steemitimages.com/DQmWggQYv55AspcJYQzyup8sswvd4uPdeo8h48q64fZv7Jb/20250717_095533.jpg) _{*A VERY FRESH but beautiful Winter morning here.*}

Mornings these days are a little different. Not because my routine has changed all that much, but more because I have started noticing things in a way I didn’t before - well not as often anyway. Maybe it’s the quiet. Maybe it’s just this phase of life I’m in. Either way, I have found myself soaking up the small stuff… the in-between bits that I used to rush through or barely acknowledge. These days, there’s no conversation first thing. No one asking where their socks are or talking over the kettle’s whistle. It’s just me. Which, surprisingly, I’ve come to really enjoy. I used to think I needed the noise… now I think silence might actually be the better option. It’s easier to think. Easier to breathe. I’ve started sitting down to write a little in the mornings, well - most mornings. Not anything specific or structured, just whatever is on my mind before the day really kicks in - much like right now. Most of the time it isn’t a massive amount of writing, but that isn’t really the point anyway, the point… is it has become part of my rhythm now. A quiet little check-in with myself before things get noisy again. One new ritual that’s snuck its way into my mornings is this mid-morning “eggs on bread” thing. Two fried eggs, fried together in Jude’s tiny little mini pan, yolks still runny… on a slice of sourdough. That’s it. Well, sometimes I add a slice of cheese or in this instance, top it with a little freshly chopped baby spinach. Nothing fancy. But it’s weird how much I look forward to it. I never used to eat breakfast at all actually, in fact I seldom ate until much later in the day and I just ate whatever - usually standing in the kitchen and doing three other things at the same time. ![20250709_101935.jpg](https://cdn.steemitimages.com/DQmccmn3GBtrNqsSxvc8LoCg6dadTuc14CYSHjx6ztE6Egh/20250709_101935.jpg)

But now, I actually sit down… at the table and eat whats in front of me with a little more intention. That particular side of the table is generally in full sunshine by that time of the morning. It’s warm and bright and honestly, it makes the eggs taste even better. I know that probably sounds ridiculous, like I’ve reached peak “romanticising my life mode” but I swear it’s true. Something about that combination just feels good. Simple, but also grounding. No, this isn’t turning into a food blog… I just really like those eggs, okay? It is such a fleeting “moment” in my day, I mean it literally only takes a few minutes from start to finish, lol - but it’s become a thing… not just a meal, but a slight pause. I suppose you could say it is a bit of a reminder to myself that I can just “take a moment” and that I don’t have to be on “go go go” mode every second of my waking hours. It is interesting how when you get older, you start to pay more attention to the fact that “the little things, really are the big things” - Not because they are massively profound, but just because they are yours, and you take the time to give them acknowledgement.. They are the parts of the day you actually look forward to. They make things feel more like living and less like coping. No one teaches you how to build these things into your life. They just sort of appear when you start paying attention. When you give yourself permission to slow down a bit. To be a bit more intentional with your time. So now, I eat my eggs with intention haha! I enjoy the sunshine. I sit in silence and don’t rush to “get it done”. …and that… has honestly changed the way my mornings roll into my afternoons… and I love it.

❤❤❤ ***Until next time... Much Love from Country Bumpkinland, South Africa xxx Jaynielea*** https://linktr.ee/ferallafemme _{ALL IMAGES ARE MY PROPERTY UNLESS OTHERWISE CREDITED} _{*Typos make me human. I may or may not get around to correcting them.*} _{^{*All written content shared here is my property, unless otherwise credited*}}

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