Yeah, time for the obligatory blog post where by the blogger unwittingly makes you feel like less of a functional adult by posting about their perfectly peaceful morning routine… miraculously they manage to spring out of bed between the hours of 4am and 5am, make themselves a properly prepared matcha latte (dairy-free, of course), read some impressively deep spiritual literature AND journal graciously for six to ten pages, fit in a 20 minute meditation, a 45 minute yoga series, and a six mile run, and finally shower before greeting their just rising children, ready to start the day.
What?!?
and HOW???
So many years I spent feeling like if I could just be that person… if I could just get it together enough… if I could just manage that morning routine, I would be a better adult/parent/friend/wife/human being… and it. never. happened. I mean, it sort of did… for all of maybe three days. Until I would reach the point of being so exhausted that I couldn’t even drag myself to bed at night, but would instead sit on the couch staring at the tv until midnight only to finally fall into bed and sleep until the point when I absolutely had to get up and put my kids on the bus. Then I’d do that for a few days until the guilt of not “having it together” would kick in, and I’d gear up to try once again for that “perfect” morning routine.
Eventually the cycle was just too much for me… I could only go around feeling like a failure for so long before I gave up entirely. I honestly just stopped trying. No morning routine at all, just sleeping until I had to be up and then whatever came next. That was okay, but it also meant that the day got off to confused start, and that my activity level took a deep dive, as well. And I wasn’t happier that way either.
So I decided to allow myself only part back, just my warm beverage… and the most effective, but least complicated version I knew, warm lemon water. Get up. Turn on the electric kettle. Splash the (bottled, of course) lemon juice into my favorite mug. Add the warmed water. Done.
The funny thing was that once I got the water heating for the lemon water, I naturally went over to the washer and switched last night’s laundry… then on my way back to pour the water, I put away the few clean dishes by the sink. Fifteen minute morning routine, check.
After a little while on the lemon water/laundry/dishes routine, I decided that I was pining for that post-meditation feeling to start my day. So once the lemon water was made, I sat down for a little meditation time. Just 20 minutes more of being gentle to myself… and it felt so good that it stuck… it wasn’t forced; I genuinely wanted to get up and have my lemon water and a sit.
Next thing I knew, weeks later, after my meditation, I was reaching for a journal… but not to purposefully write pages and pages of my thoughts… I only wrote down a few words of things that were making me happy. No rules about what it could be, just that it had to be at least one thing and not more than a few things.
Finally, one day, in an effort to read a book for an upcoming class, I slipped in reading for ten to twenty minutes. After I finished that book, I realized that I really enjoyed a few minutes of reading something that was inspiring my better self, thus resulting in a morning routine that ultimately costs me an hour each morning, but was so gently reached that all I really see is a start to my day that is worth getting up for. So very simple, yet so very rewarding…
So that’s it:
Starting for me at 6am…
– 15 min: lemon water/laundry/dishes
– 20 min: meditation
– 10 min: journaling my happy list
– 15 min: read something inspiring
Hopefully, if you didn’t give up on me at the mere mention of a morning routine, you realize, though, that this post was not actually about the morning or even the routine specifically. It was about the process… I will be the first to say that routines are lifesavers. They are the parts of our day where our mind can take a break and we can go through our motions with a little more ease… but the routine can only be that if it is designed for us, by us as individuals. I urge you to create those little routines in your life and find those moments of peace, but don’t waste your time retrofitting yourself into someone else’s routine. Start at the beginning, as if you were going on a journey to find your morning routine, one piece at a time. If you were going to choose only one thing to do to start your day off right, what would it be? Start your journey there… 🙂
Vacuuming… the perfect representation of what a CHORE looks like. Envision a photo of a 1950s housewife working… better yet, google her… and chances are the image will be of her and a vacuum. Envision the age-old dilemma of a wife receiving a gift that her husband thinks she’ll like and she thinks equals work… yep, its a vacuum. Vacuuming, most will agree, is a chore!








Last summer when visiting with a best friend from college, my dear friend Becky mentioned her family’s bucket list. Now Becky’s oldest and my oldest are about a decade apart, so while hers are still in the preschool years, mine are in the teenage phase of life, and our daily activities are a world apart. But when she mentioned the bucket list, I got excited. Here is a tool that can both keep her little ones entertained and engaged, as well as keep my older crew connected to the family for just a little bit longer. It’s genius!