This morning, I made chai a little slower. The milk boiled over once — I didn’t rush to clean it. The day was waiting, but I wasn’t.
Sometimes, you just need a pause that smells of cardamom. No productivity goals, no “self-care routines.” Just a mug between your palms and a moment that belongs only to you.
Maybe that’s how healing begins — not in grand decisions, but in small sips.