
When I started the 90-day presence practice, I imagined the first month would come with a clear moment of breakthrough—some dramatic shift, some obvious sign that I was “getting it.” Instead, the first 30 days felt more like someone slowly turning up a dimmer switch in a room I’d been moving through for years. Things I didn’t even know were there began to come into focus.
Each morning, I committed to just ten minutes of mindful movement—nothing elaborate, just enough to meet myself before the day began. Those small movements became an anchor, a way to arrive in my body before my mind started running.
The earliest shift was a broader sense of awareness. Not in a lofty or spiritual way—more like realizing I had been functioning with half my attention elsewhere. I started noticing the subtle things: how often I held my breath, the way I braced in conversations that didn’t require bracing, how quickly I agreed to things even when my body signaled “not now.” These tiny flashes of awareness felt like discovering doorways I’d been walking past without ever seeing them.
As the days went on, something else surfaced: I was making choices all the time, even when I believed no choice was being made. I had patterns that ran on their own—automatic responses shaped by years of habit and protection. Once they became visible, they didn’t feel like mistakes to correct. They felt like understandable adaptations I could finally name.
I also began catching the early signals—long before I reached overwhelm or depletion. The quiet tightening in my chest that started before my schedule felt too full. The slight shift in my posture when I was pushing myself. The moment my energy dipped, even if I was still smiling and showing up. These cues had always been speaking; the difference was that I finally had the internal space to hear them.
One of the most unexpected changes in the first month was my relationship with my body. I’d always used my mind as the narrator of my experience, even when the important information was happening physically. But as presence deepened, my body began to feel like a legitimate source of direction—through warmth, tension, pressure, relief. Sensations that used to feel like background noise became meaningful, almost like learning a language I didn’t realize I’d forgotten.
And with all of this came a softening toward myself. When you start seeing your patterns clearly—not through judgment but through understanding—blame loses its edge. I could finally recognize that the ways I moved through the world made sense given what I’d lived through. The shift wasn’t about fixing anything; it was about seeing myself with more honesty and less criticism.
By the end of the first 30 days, the change was subtle but unmistakable. I didn’t feel transformed in a dramatic way. But I felt closer to myself—more aligned with what was actually happening inside me rather than what I thought should be happening. And with that closeness came a quiet confidence: not in perfection, but in possibility.
The ending surprised me the most. These first 30 days taught me that presence isn’t a task to complete—it’s a relationship you build. And like any relationship, it grows through small, repeated moments of returning. These early shifts didn’t suddenly balance everything, but they offered something more sustainable: the ability to see myself clearly enough that change could genuinely take root.
Once you begin to notice, you can’t un-notice. And that changes everything.
Wishing you wellness,
Keri Sawyer
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