A Banana for Breakfast — And the Quiet Lesson It Holds

I’ve come to realize that not every morning needs to begin with grand rituals or perfectly plated meals. Sometimes, it’s enough to peel a ripe banana, steam it for a few minutes, and sit with the warmth of it in my hands. Simple. Soft. Honest.

The world is loud about how mornings should look — energizing routines, colorful smoothie bowls, productivity hacks. But in my little corner, I’ve learned that survival can be gentler than that. It can look like a plain banana on the plate, paired with hot chocolate drink, carrying me quietly into the day.

It may sound too simple, almost ordinary. But maybe that’s the point. After the chaos of past seasons, after the messes that drained me and the misses that left me questioning myself, I no longer crave “extra.” I crave what’s enough. I crave the kind of breakfast that doesn’t demand, but instead, reminds me that I’m still here. That even in my simplicity, I am living — fully.

A banana for breakfast is not about taste alone. It’s a small act of choosing to nourish myself, without complication, without apology. A reminder that life doesn’t always have to be dressed up to be meaningful.

Some mornings, healing looks like bold decisions and big changes. Other mornings, it’s just a warm banana on a plate. And either way, it’s enough. - MESSY E.

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