There are days in which things just flow. You wake up effortlessly, do a workout, grab some coffee and slam your morning routine.

There are days in which everything that can go wrong, goes wrong. Perhaps you had a late dinner with friends, or an early meeting. Or something threw you out of your game.

I’m so used to functioning at my optimal pace, that the minimal disruption to my morning routine used to throw a wrench on the day.

“I woke up 90 minutes later, and I shouldn’t go with my morning routine. I guess the day it’s lost”

Fuck no.

If I snooze the alarm a few more times, I don't feel sorry for myself. I acknoewledge I messed up, and do my routine anyways. I don’t try to rush it. I don’t feel guilty. I don’t half-ass it.

I do it exactly as if everything were fine. That tricks your mind into thinking that things are fine, that there is tranquility.

You are not in a hurry. You are in control of your day, and everything starts with your morning routine.

Start by controlling your morning. Make your bed. Everything that follows will be calmer.