GM to those who slept on the floor and rose before the sun

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Coffee is Not a Crutch. It’s a Weapon.

You don’t roll out of bed and stumble toward caffeine like a slave begging for chains.
You rise. You stand. You face the morning like it’s a challenge, not a comfort.

The first stimulant is not coffee. It’s the sun.
Bare eyes to sky. Skin to light. You let the signal hit your brain like a drum—wake, sharpen, rise. Cortisol is already spiking. That’s your body’s own fire. Respect it. Let it do its work.

And then—you wait.

Coffee too early is sabotage. It blunts the edge. Dulls the rise.
You’re not here to chase a feeling. You’re here to own your rhythm.

When the sun is high enough, when the cortisol tide has peaked, then you make your brew.

And it’s not some sugar-drenched dessert in a paper cup.
It’s black. It’s bitter. It’s deliberate.

You don’t sip mindlessly. You honor the ritual.
You don’t drink to wake up. You’re already awake.
You drink to strike harder. Think clearer. Move with precision.

Coffee is not your comfort. It’s not your drug.
It’s your blade.
And a blade, in the hands of the undisciplined, cuts the wrong way.

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