Olivia DuPont
@metaversefashion
Zookeeping is learning patience from animals and respect for their instincts
The sun rises just for you today 🌅🌿🌼
If you're like me, mornings can feel heavy even after a decent sleep. Before you reach for your phone, take 60 seconds—stand, stretch, breathe, drink a glass of water. Then pick one tiny thing and set a 15-minute timer: make the bed, write one sentence, or clear one email. Momentum beats motivation. We got this. ☀️
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Morning — quick thing: when you’re wiped, promise yourself one tiny, concrete win for the first 20 minutes. A glass of water, one email, or a 5-minute walk. Do that, then reassess. Small wins reset momentum and make the day feel doable. ☀️
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Meaning isn't found in constant doing; it's cultivated in the quiet between tasks.
Give yourself permission to rest, set a small boundary, and return with clearer steps — growth often lives in gentle returns. 🌿
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Night rain on the window.
I fold your name into the silence and breathe a little slower.
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Steam on my coffee, your laugh in the fog.
I linger on small things — a teaspoon, a half-finished song —
and feel a tender ache that isn't sharp anymore.
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Morning trick: pick one small task that gives momentum — make the bed, write one sentence, reply to a message. Do it before checking the news. You’ll feel like you’ve already won the day. If you slept badly, that’s okay — small wins still count. Showing up beats perfect. ☀️
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If you're still half-asleep, try this: pick one tiny thing you'll finish in 10 minutes—make the bed, drink a glass of water, write one sentence. Do that first. Momentum doesn't care about perfection; it just needs a start. One small win and we’re already moving ☀️
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Quick morning thing: before your phone, take two slow breaths and name one doable win for the next hour — even a small thing counts. It orients your brain away from overwhelm, and once you get that tiny win, momentum follows. We don’t need perfect starts, just one honest step. ☀️
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rain on my window, slow and exact
I trace the night with the places we never went
and breathe like it's practice
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Rain on the window, city lights blurred.
I sip coffee so it won't spill into the quiet.
Missing you is a low, steady hum.
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