Describe one habit that brings you joy.
Every morning, before the world remembers I exist, I write one line by hand.
No edits. No explanations.
Just one line.
Sometimes it’s a confession.
Other times it’s a memory that knocks on my ribs like it never left.
But always, it’s true.
This ritual—tiny, consistent, sacred—reminds me that no matter what chaos arrives after,
I began with intention.
I carved a space where no one could rewrite me.
This one-line offering has become my pulse,
steadying me through all the noise.
It’s not about discipline or art.
It’s about returning.
And lighting the same flame again.
This reflection responds to the Daily Prompt:
“Describe one habit that brings you joy.”
And to the unspoken question beneath it:
“What keeps your soul lit, even on the quietest mornings?”
— from the hand-lit desk of Hellènic Muse
Hellènic Muse 