Each morning, I start the day with a similar routine. I wake up groggy, remove my eyeshades, stretch out my arms and legs while still in bed, and rub the belly of my dog, that is if she’s not already on the floor barking for a walk, in which case my routine moves quickly. It doesn’t take long, just a few seconds of consciousness, for anxiety to kick in. Name a topic. I could be worrying about money, health, success, will he call me, how to jam everything in that I need to get done, did I close the window in my car last night, and if not, have the sprinklers soaked my front seat? Then I remember to say thank you. For the sunlight pouring in, for a strong body, for my beautiful pets, for a brimming schedule, for that last romantic encounter, even if it did not result in an enduring love (at least I had sex, really glad for that!), for a green lawn in the desert, for a sturdy car, for life.
What is your morning ritual?