It’s 5.30am on a Saturday morning, and I’m sitting in our living space, watching the sun slowly brighten the sky. The house is peaceful, my mind is still and all I have before me is my coffee and toast.

I have fallen out of the early morning waking habit (thank you injuries, thank you house extension, thank you life), but I’ve gently reminded myself that it is indeed my favourite time of the day and entirely worth the sleep-sacrifice to grab some quiet space.

Sure, doing it every morning isn’t possible, but on the days when I can manage it, my mental well-being is so much clearer. Plus, usually these are the mornings where I go out for a run, so there’s that too.

In fact, I should be getting ready for my run, rather than procrastinating with this post, but I felt compelled to capture my realisation that the early-morning moments are owned by those who choose to take them.

Happy Saturday x