I wake up at 5am.
Not to prove something.
Not to post about it.
But because I’ve learned that quiet time is the only time that feels fully mine.
Before the texts.
Before the noise.
Before the world asks anything of me—I give something to myself.
My routine isn’t extreme.
But it is exact.
Because it brings me back to center.
- I move my body — not to chase a look, but to shake off yesterday.
- I sweat — because the heat reminds me I’m alive.
- I sit in silence — not to transcend, just to hear myself.
- I breathe — on purpose.
- I drink water — like it matters, because it does.
And every part of it is a conversation:
“Are you good?”
“What do you need today?”
“Let’s not rush.”
Physical wellness starts here.
Not with rules or reps—
but with rituals that restore you.
You don’t have to copy someone else’s morning.
But you do need to meet yourself in yours.
That’s the Cushy way.
