More Thoughts from Quarantine in San Francisco

Every morning, I wake up, and stick to a routine. It feels like this morning routine is the only remaining piece of control I still have left in my life. I hold onto it tightly, and often wonder how I’m going to react when we transition out of quarantine and back into a world of noise and attention deficiency and if my routine will still stand.

While I can’t say that I’ve adopted a morning routine just during quarantine, I can say that the new level of rigidness in my morning routine makes me self-conscious enough not to tell anyone about it.

And maybe I still won’t. Maybe that’s the point. It’s mine; a highly curated version of just the dose of “medicine” I need to start my day in alignment. It’s a mix of modalities and more that I’ve created to hit the reset button before I enter the tidal wave that is the world in quarantine. It’s a mix of western and eastern traditions and philosophies and what I found when I had enough solitude to dip into the recesses of my mind, and just pause.

I don’t subscribe to the idea that there is a one size fits all morning routine for everyone. I laugh when people ask about morning routines and if they could borrow mine. Sure, I say, by all means. I don’t have a patent on my morning routine.