𝙇𝙞𝙥𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙖𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙚—𝙛𝙪𝙚𝙡 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚.
𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘦—𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴.
30 years ago I wondered what’s so appealing with coffee. 
20 years ago, I avoided coffee because of it’s effect on my tummy. 
10 years ago, I only drank coffee if I had to because I was with friends. 
5 years ago, I didn’t think I would enjoy drinking coffee.
Now, it’s part of my daily rhythm—bittersweet, grounding, warm, just me.
The lipstick stain on the rim isn’t just a trace of color. It’s a mark of presence.
Of showing up.
Of becoming.
Ever evolving.
Expanding.
Growing.
I am no longer who I was, and there’s a new version of me in the future.
But in this moment, with pastry crumbs and caffeine warmth, I’m exactly who I need to be.
A woman who takes time for herself.
This is how a mom reclaims herself—one quiet ritual at a time.
What’s your ritual me-time? Let me know in the comments 
P.S. please suggest your fave no-transfer lipstick 
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