Good morning.
Take a gentle deep breath in,
And as you exhale,
Close your eyes.
Now before the day asks anything of you,
Before roles,
Responsibilities or decisions appear,
Let yourself arrive here.
You don't need to armour up today.
You don't need to brace or prepare for impact.
True strength doesn't tense itself.
It settles.
It roots.
Now take a slow,
Intentional inhale through the nose,
And an easy,
Unforced exhale through the mouth.
Let the breath be smooth rather than deep,
Natural rather than controlled.
Again,
Inhale gently,
And release.
Notice how your body is already supporting you,
The surface beneath you,
The quiet intelligence of balance,
The simple fact that you are being held.
Nothing you need to fix.
Nothing you need to improve right now.
Bring attention to your feet and legs.
Even if you're lying down,
Sense them,
Their weight,
Their presence.
Imagine the feeling of gravity doing the work for you,
Drawing tension downwards,
Letting effort drain away.
You may have been carrying more than anyone knows.
Responsibilities,
Expectations,
Emotional weight that doesn't show on the surface.
You didn't carry it for praise.
You didn't carry it for recognition.
You carried it because you could,
And because you had to.
Notice that you are still here,
Still breathing,
Still capable of beginning again.
That alone speaks of resilience.
Now imagine your strengths as roots beneath the surface,
Not dramatic,
Not visible,
But deep.
Roots that don't compete,
They don't rush towards the light,
They grow patiently in darkness,
Finding nourishment where others wouldn't think to look.
With each exhalation,
Let awareness travel downwards,
From your chest,
Through your belly,
Into your hips,
Down the legs,
Into the ground beneath you.
Feel yourself being anchored.
Silently say to yourself,
I don't need to rush.
Let the words land,
Not as a thought,
But as permission.
Again,
Silently,
I rise from rootedness,
Not from pressure,
Not from urgency,
From steadiness.
Notice how different this kind of strength feels.
There's no strain in it,
No pushing,
No bracing.
It's quiet,
Reliable,
Unshakable,
Because it isn't trying to be impressive.
If the mind wanders to the day ahead,
That's okay.
Let plans and concerns drift by,
Like the weather.
You don't need to engage with them yet.
You're building the ground they'll stand on.
Bring attention now to the centre of your chest,
Not forcing warmth or openness,
Just noticing.
Resilience isn't hardness,
It's flexibility supported by depth.
Spend a few moments breathing in to that space.
Remind yourself quietly,
I don't have to prove my growth,
And let that sentence soften something inside you.
Growth doesn't announce itself,
It shows up quietly in how you respond instead of react.
In how you stay present instead of escaping,
In how you return to yourself again and again.
Feel the steadiness of your body one more time,
The sense of being planted,
The sense of being grounded,
Supported,
Capable.
This is the place you begin from today.
And when you're ready,
Gently bring awareness back to the room,
The sounds around you,
The light,
The feeling of the day reminding you it's here.
Carry this with you.
You don't need to rush your life forward,
You move from calm power,
From rooted strength.
Take a gentle stretch,
And when you're ready,
Open your eyes,
And begin the day from here,
Present,
Steady,
Resilient.
