How I Romanticize My Mornings || Living Life In My Own Fairytale 🌷
“You’ve gotta start romanticizing your life. You gotta start believing that your morning commute is cute and fun, that every cup of coffee is the best you’ve ever had, that even the smallest and most mundane things are exciting and new.”
Good Morning, Folk of the Hollow ~ 💚
For the last several months now I have been working on trying to cultivate my own fairytale life. You might have remembered me talking in my 5 Below Jammies Haul about how I have been working on becoming the protagonist of my own life—and that looked, to me, like a fairytale.
So, in order to make that dream into a reality, I have been trying to put more of an effort into romanticizing the little moments in my life. To find the beauty, the whimsy, and the softness in the everyday.
But, unfortunately, dear Folk, I experienced a backslide.
This time last week I made myself violently ill because of all the stress I put on myself. I felt like I was failing everyone in every way, and it got so bad that I ended up sofa-bound for two days. It was in that moment that I remembered how important it is to take each moment slowly and mindfully. To remind myself every day that the world is beautiful even when it doesn’t feel like it is. I cannot allow my people-pleasing tendencies to bog me down, especially when the only person I need to worry about pleasing is myself.
So I wanted to share with you how I have been romanticizing my mornings. Now, I want to say up front that this is just for the weekends—during the week, I don’t have the luxury of a slow and gentle morning routine. Which is why it is so important to make sure I can do it on the weekends.
I hope this can give you inspiration to craft your own slow, fairytale morning routine!
Without further adieu, lets get into it!
It was much sunnier this morning than I expected. The Hollow has been having quite a lot of rain and storms the last couple of days as winter slowly creeps towards spring. The air is warmer and the humidity is beginning to climb—but it is also still a bit cold, especially in the mornings. When I first woke I thought today would be one of the dark, dreary days we have been having as of late. Instead, I woke to bright warm sunlight and the twittering of birds outside my window.
I laid in bed for quite a while after waking up just enjoying the quiet and the stillness. I have a terrible habit of picking up my communication mirror right when I wake up and it’s one that I need to put a stop to. It is simply too much information all at once, and has more than a few times been the source of my early-morning irritation. The best way, for me, to begin the day is to not have any of that nonsense right away. So today I simply laid in bed with Salem and watched the sunlight stream through the cottage windows, until the both of us decided it was about time to get up and begin the day.
Once I made the bed, I decided to spritz a little of my calming potion onto the bed. My favorite is the eucalyptus and spearmint mixture, though I do also enjoy the lavender one I have that is strictly for sleep. I like this one though because I have such a wonderful association with eucalyptus and spearmint scented things that it always seems to calm the mind and spirit without too much effort.
Though it may seem silly to spray the potion on the bed first thing in the morning, I like doing it because it guarantee that by the time it’s time for bed it has long since dried and if one of the cats crawls into bed they won’t be getting any of it on them. I’m rather overly paranoid of anything that might hurt the cats in any way, so I like to take as may precautions as possible.
With the bed freshly made and smelling of eucalyptus and spearmint, I decided it was time to go into the library to do a little reading to welcome the day ✨
If I look tired here, it’s because I am lmao
I opened up the windows in the library to let in the cool morning breeze, then settled in my chair by the mantle and began to read from one of the books on my tablet. I’ve been reading The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne for my American Renaissance class and needed to make a bit more progress in it. I stayed reading until my stomach began rumbling and I knew it was time for breakfast.
(Full disclosure: This is not my actual breakfast—I forgot to take a picture of it until after I’d already eaten it. But this is pretty much exactly what I had, minus the toast, so I figured it would suffice lol 💧)
Danny, wonderful husband that he is, made us eggs and bacon for breakfast. The eggs were perfectly runny with the white part being much thicker than I was expecting. I ate the whole thing, and felt so full afterwards!
A little bit later in the morning, I got Chip out of his place in the cabinet in my library coffee bar and made myself a cup of caramel macchiato cinnamon toast coffee. Of course when I took the picture Lumière wanted to be part of it! I don’t know if you can tell, but there is a little bit of steam rising up from Chip because the coffee was so hot and fresh!
I hope you enjoyed my romanticized morning routine. I know it isn’t a lot and though I did very little this morning besides read and have breakfast, I think the most important part of it is taking everything slow and gently. To savor the taste of the coffee and the eggs, to really fall into the book I was reading, and take each activity with a measure of mindfulness that leaves you feeling like just having your breakfast and drinking your coffee is a decadent morning routine of a princess.
What are your morning routines? Are you planning to craft a slow morning routine of your own?
Until Next time ~ 💚
