There was a moment when I first started adopting daily routines when I got really frustrated.
It was toward the end of my morning routine. I found myself feeling frantic and rushed. I hadn’t done everything I felt was important to the routine and now had to get ready for work and head out the door. In the swirl of that frustration, it hit me—what was meant to be a respite, a moment of pause, grounding, and fulfillment were becoming burdensome. It had no rhythm, no flow. This couldn’t be how it was meant to be.
