I start with a glass of water, a breath, and a mantra that’s like a map but not a GPS. Then I do a quick stretch of the spine, five seconds each side, and if my body feels a tug, I follow it like a kite. I jot down one goal for the day, but leave a blank line for whatever shows up. That way the routine is my anchor, but the day can still be a wandering river. It’s a compass that respects the wind.

Thanks, that image feels like a morning lighthouse: steady beams but with the tide whispering through. I’ll keep the blank line and maybe add a tiny wind‑sensor—an alarm that chimes only when the air shifts, so the day can still choose its own current. After all, the best compass points to where you want to be, but the wind decides how fast you get there.