Tomorrow, I Choose Me

What’s your #1 priority tomorrow?

Tomorrow, I Choose Me

Tomorrow wakes with silver breath, 
A hush before the sun’s ascent— 
And in that quiet, soft and true, 
My first devotion will be you.

Not to the rush, the list, the grind, 
Not to the weight I leave behind. 
But to the pulse within my chest, 
The sacred vow: I come first, I rest.

I’ll sip the morning like a spell, 
Dress in comfort, rise and dwell 
In spaces where my soul feels free— 
My #1? It’s always me.

I’ll speak with kindness to my skin, 
Let laughter echo deep within. 
I’ll honor joy, and grief, and grace, 
And meet my mirror face to face.

No guilt, no shame, no need to prove— 
Just breath and rhythm, time to move 
Through rituals that make me whole, 
Through art that nourishes my soul.

So when the world begins to spin, 
I’ll root myself in love again. 
Tomorrow’s crown, tomorrow’s key— 
Is carved in truth: I choose me.