There’s nothing fancy about it. No special occasion, no agenda — just me, my back porch, and a warm cup of coffee.
The moment I step outside and that first wave of fresh air hits me, something in my body exhales. I can feel the breeze before I even sit down, and it’s like the world is quietly reminding me to slow down. I wrap both hands around my mug, take a sip, and just be.
No scrolling. No planning. No to-do list running in the background of my brain.
Just the smell of outside — that mix of earth and air and morning — and the sound of whatever the day decides to offer. Birds, wind, distant cars. It all sounds like peace when you’re still enough to hear it.
What gets me most in those moments is the gratitude that sneaks up on me. Not just for what I have, but honestly? For what I don’t have. The stress I’ve released. The things I’ve outgrown. The chaos I’ve walked away from. There’s so much freedom in that kind of thankfulness.
It’s a small ritual. Maybe ten or twenty minutes. But it fills me up in a way that a full day of busyness never could.
If you haven’t found your simple pleasure yet — the thing that grounds you without costing you anything — I hope you find it soon. Mine just happens to come with caffeine.
By Crissi Ro 
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