One habit that brings me joy? Breathing.

Yeah, I know—groundbreaking. But hear me out.

Three deep breaths. That’s it.

Not a Bali retreat. Not a vision board. Just me, my lungs, and a tiny pause from the chaos.

It didn’t used to be like this. I used to chase the big stuff. The breakthroughs. The fireworks. The holy-grail-of-inner-peace kind of moments.

But turns out, joy doesn’t always scream. Sometimes, it sighs. Real soft. Right into your chest.

Three deep breaths and suddenly the world makes a little more sense. My jaw unclenches. My thoughts stop sprinting. And my body? It remembers—oh right, I’m safe.

It’s not fancy. It’s not wold-change-worthy. But it’s mine.
And it works. Every damn time.

Tell me yours!

Love, Stefanie Anna