I made it last night before bed. Oats, yogurt, a splash of almond milk, and whatever berries I had on hand. Nothing fancy. Just made slowly. It’s not just about eating better. It’s about waking up and knowing something is already taken care of. A gesture that’s waiting for me. A breakfast that doesn’t ask for anything—just sits there, cool and quiet, ready to help me start soft. Sometimes taking care of myself looks like this. Not effort. Just early kindness.