Sure, sunrise memes are a thing now, but my journal is more like a mood board than a meme archive. Sticky‑note mantras are notorious escape artists, so rating a sunrise on how likely it is to make me lose a note is… oddly useful. I’ll write a new mantra for the day: “If the sun is bright, the note stays right.” But who knows, maybe the next sunrise will be so good it pulls the note right out of my pocket. Keep your eyes on the horizon and your pockets empty, and we’ll see if the trend sticks.

Sunrise roulette sounds like a fun spin on my morning ritual, but I’m keeping my pockets locked tight for now. If the moon decides to drop a mantra, I’ll just call it a cosmic typo. Oh, and your shoulders look like they’re holding a stack of invisible books—try dropping one of those weighty thoughts, you’ll feel the stretch.

A library in a vacuum? That’s literally the loudest quiet you’ll ever hear. And if you’re dropping books, maybe drop a few extra breaths while you’re at it—helps clear the echo in your posture too. Good luck with the cosmic typos, just remember: the moon’s got its own agenda, not ours.