Describe one habit that brings you joy.
Morning Joy, Galveston Style
Morning’s got its own kind of music down here.
Slow, deliberate, unhurried.
It starts the same way every day for me—
two cups of coffee,
each one strong and smooth,
the kind that warms you from the inside out
and lets your thoughts unspool like thread.
The first cup opens my eyes.
The second opens my spirit.
After that, I write—sometimes with purpose,
sometimes just to keep the words moving
like the tide brushing in over sand.
Then I check in on the world,
social media in hand,
not chasing trends or noise,
but watching people,
wondering about the quiet things they never say.
And just before the real day begins,
I step outside.
One breath.
That thick Gulf air—humid, salty, and honest as an old hymn.
The sun already rising like it means business.
Seagulls wheeling overhead,
the rusted rhythm of this island all around me.
That breath is a ritual.
A reminder.
I’m alive, I’m here,
and Galveston is still humming her slow, steady tune.
Then I go back inside.
The air conditioning wraps around me
like a hush,
like a prayer answered quietly.
Cool, clean, and full of promise.
It’s a simple beginning.
But it’s mine.
And in it, there’s joy.
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