There are days when you wake up slow.
Not because you're sad—just... dense.
Even if a small sun-child is bouncing on your chest,
even if the curtains open into magical light,
your body says: not yet.
This morning was mashed.
Mushy-brain energy.
I scrolled through social media with my pillow still creased across my cheek—
something I hate, but did anyway.
For science.
And lo and behold:
more engagement when you engage.
More likes when you leak your presence across the platform.
Trade your life for impressions—one scroll at a time.
Then came the warm shower.
The “maybe I’ll go for a long walk” thought.
The rain.
The hesitation.
The bread.
Not just any bread—freshly baked by my husband.
Thick with steam, covered in my favorite cheese.
I took my time, bit by bite.
And just as I finished: sunlight.
That kind of metaphor you don’t need to write—
because it happens to you.
So I went.
Latte in hand, past the usual bakery,
into the woods.
Into my favorite big loop.
And something shifted.
Click by click.
Not in my phone—
in my spine.
I started to understand what I’m building.
Not just a brand.
Not just a system.
A living, breathing rhythm.
A business with a pulse and a poetry.
I came home and wrote it down—
all of it.
One A4 page.
Daily structure.
Product clarity.
Target groups.
Launch roadmap.
Revenue streams.
Habits.
It sounds crazy.
It is crazy.
But it’s also real.
Spooky.
And deeply mine.
Then I dissected my publishing plan—surgical and satisfied.
And now it’s clear.
Ready.
Joyful.
Waiting for action.
Today marks day 28 of my Radical Sensitive Leadership journey.
One lunar cycle.
One month of letting intuition drive.
Of working with—not against—my energy.
And the result?
A tiny experiment that cracked open a full paradigm.
Forget what you can do in a year.
Start with one month.
One forest walk.
One breakfast.
One messy morning.
Oh—and before I forget:
Yes, hedonism was invited too.
There was ice cream.
There was wine.
There were favorite men and spontaneous shopping trips.
There was music and floor-washing and a full-body yes to this four-day weekend ahead.
Because this is how it all begins:
Not with a breakthrough,
but with a breakfast.