Morning Routine

I wake up early responsible for housemates to take them to work, but after that the extra time is mine. Even though it’s still dark, had to do just one stop before heading home.

I pulled up at the car park, stopped and got out with phone in my hand, that’s when I first noticed street lights through that wintry or spring coming feeling look, red Indian sea almonds leaves. I turned on the phone chose ProCamera and I took few shots of them because it was too beautiful to resist. It struck me than, when I stopped using my Nikon and Canon cameras

This reminds me that beauty is everywhere when you look closely.

Yeppoon main street

I walked down to the walkway and on the sidewalk were rock boulders, stood on one of them and thought to myself how my life was changing to how I create my blog posts from few short words to having more thoughts 😊.

Somewhere along the way, the changes took shape, and I’m still not sure what to make of that. The older you get, the more awake you are to your own life—to the small surroundings, the quiet things you carry each day. Morning after morning, these simple routines fill the empty spaces, and that feels right to me. I don’t have to stop; in fact, I can’t, because the moment you let them go, you start losing little pieces of yourself.

I stand at the water’s edge—here at Yeppoon’s main beach or sometimes at Lammermoor—and I simply watch. The waves come and go, the light shifts across the surface, and for a while there are no thoughts, no words waiting to be written. Just me and the endless rhythm of it all. It’s in these quiet moments, when the world finally falls away, that I notice something strange: I’m not the same person who walked down to this shoreline. Something in me has softened, deepened. The girl who once hurried through her days is becoming someone who knows how to pause, how to listen. I don’t fully understand it yet, this quiet unfolding of myself. But standing here, with the salt air on my skin and the water breathing before me, I feel it—this gentle, unstoppable change. And I think of Daisy, who has loved early mornings for as long as she can remember, whose quiet rituals by this coast are stitched into the fabric of who she is, so much so that living anywhere else would feel a little out of place, as if the day itself had started on the wrong shore. Somehow, that knowing is enough.

DJFP