My Morning Routine Living in Paris | Journaling, Barre Class, Sourdough Bread, Tea

Lately, I've been leaning into the little rituals that make me feel good. My mornings usually start with coffee, music, and a bit of writing. Classical music is what I'm listening to the most at the moment. I was craving French toast, so I made some. It's a nostalgic dish for me and one of the first things my mom taught me. Topped with cherry jam, it feels like the perfect August breakfast. Later, I wanted to spend the afternoon drawing at a coffee shop. On my way there, I stopped at a bookstore. I didn't need more books, but I love browsing. I stumbled on three of my all-time favorites and, of course, couldn't resist picking up two new ones. A French novel and a book of essays I've been curious about. I'm trying to dedicate at least three hours a week to my art, so I ordered a nice matcha, put on my earphones, and settled into a page for the rest of the afternoon. Mozart in my ears, with a little summer breeze thrifting through, it was perfect. And because perfect summer days deserve proper endings, we made pizza and watched a movie before calling it a night.