Romanticising the Morning: A Life in Motion

Here we are again — pen to page, heart wide open, letting the words dance where they please.

Mornings have always had this low-key magic for me. That golden pause right before the world flips into gear. The air feels different — crisp, quiet, full of possibility.

I don’t need an alarm (I’m a little crazy and usually up by 4am anyway). Not because I’m anxious or restless — but because I’m genuinely excited. Like a kid on Christmas morning, every single day. The kind of excited that’s probably too much for most people to handle (I’m still single, so there’s that).

And let’s be honest… there’s always a seriously good coffee waiting for me — probably the real reason I bounce out of bed. My one and only bad habit. I keep pretending I’ll swap it for morning light and deep breaths… but come on, nothing beats that first sip.

There’s something undeniably magical about waking before the world. Romancing the day before it even begins. I suppose I’ve always lived as if life itself were an artwork — and I, its very willing artist.

An Artist of Life (with a Secret Love for Words)

Movement is my primary medium — handstands, strength, dance, breath. But writing? Writing has been my secret lover for years. Quiet, steady, always there.

So why not blend it all? Why not make every corner of my life a kind of creative expression? From how I move to how I travel to how I pour my morning coffee. Let it all be art—a passion project of simply existing, beautifully.

Plot Twist: Enter the Chaos

This week, I’m trying something I usually avoid: actual travel. I know — I travel a lot, but the truth is… I’m not much of a traveller. I tend to pick a warm spot, settle in, and live my usual routine somewhere with more sun and better fruit. 

(I mean, I will be doing that too — so don’t come after me! 😂)

But this time, it will be a bit different — a more chaotic, quick-stop, unfamiliar adventure. 

A little whirlwind of a week:

•Tonight: the UK with my sister

•Then: two nights in Portugal

•One quick stop in London and dinner with my bestie. 

•And finally: two dreamy days in Paris

Loose plans, open heart. Let’s see where the wind blows and the magic unfolds.

A fun week ahead. Oh, plus a little work along the way. 

There’s a quote I love (probably from some gritty, shirtless philosopher on the internet):

“The true test of a man is whether he can thrive in chaos, not comfort.”

Well, challenge accepted. 

Healthy Habits: My Ride-or-Die Rituals

Even in the swirl of adventure, I’ve got a few non-negotiables — my anchors:

1.Training – Gym preferred, handstands anywhere. Weights are my love language.

2.Nature – A park, a sea breeze, a morning walk with birdsong.

3.A good coffee shop – For writing, reading, people-watching… soul stuff.

4.Decent food – Give me something nourishing, healthy, please and thank you

5. Fast Wi-Fi – Ah yes, the invisible lifeline. While I’d love to frolic through Europe untethered, I do have client calls to take, content to create, and a calendar that doesn’t run on vibes alone. Romance the adventure, yes — but please let the signal be strong. 

Think of it as nomadic wellness. Can you be grounded while on the move? Can your rituals travel with you? That’s the sweet spot.

Strong Girl Era, Since Day One

Little detour — but relevant, I swear.

I was obsessed with World’s Strongest Man on TV as a child. I mean, obsessed. Not exactly standard little-girl viewing material, but I was utterly hypnotised by these hulking humans flipping tires and pulling trucks.

Looking back, it makes sense. That fascination with power- but honestly, I’m not some hardcore feminist or anything. I’m actually pretty traditional at heart. Just a girl who finds something deeply grounding in lifting weights.

Now? The gym is my second home. My sanctuary. My sculptor’s studio. It’s more than physical — it’s spiritual. Lifting weights gives me something I can’t quite name… but I know I’d be lost without it.

Paris, My Way

Soon I’ll be in Paris — the “City of Love,” or so they say.

Solo travelling. I know, hilarious. Just me, a suitcase, and an oat flat white. Romance? I guess it’s self-love this time.

I’m not going for the clichés. No guided tours or Eiffel Tower keychains. That’s never been my style.

I want the version of the city that doesn’t try so hard.

A quiet park. A corner café with flaky croissants and strangers I won’t speak to but won’t forget. Me, probably blogging away — life of a blogger now, right? Maybe a hidden gallery. A lazy afternoon watching people flirt with life and each other.

I want to soak up the poetry of the city and answer back with my own — sensual movement, body-art as confession. Raw, a little wild, just me in a Paris hotel room, draped in curiosity and soft morning light.

Because life’s too short not to romanticise it — and too wild not to turn it into art.

Let Life Be Art

So, off I go — passport in one hand, coffee in the other. No rigid itinerary. Just a handful of habits, an open heart, and a childlike wonder for the journey ahead.

Wherever I land, may I keep creating. Keep moving. Keep living life as a masterpiece in progress.

Because really, what else are we here for?

And let’s be honest — the coffee pic? It’s an old one because the trip hasn’t even started yet. It felt fitting enough — a little hint of the buzz to come.

So much love, as always. Now go on—romantise your life, chase those moments, and live it to its fullest.

Much love,

R Xx