What are your morning rituals? What does the first hour of your day look like?

The alarm goes off at 05:45.

Now, if you’re expecting some sort of “rise and grind, cold shower, meditate under a waterfall while journalling my intentions” type of answer… you’re on the wrong blog.

Truth is, my morning routine is about as exciting as a damp flannel.

The alarm goes. I acknowledge it exists. Then I ignore it for a bit.

Properly ignore it.

There’s no heroic leap out of bed here. No sudden transformation into a productivity guru. Just me, lying there next to Mrs Bob, slowly coming round to the idea that, yes… unfortunately… the day has started.

Somewhere around 06:50, I finally accept defeat and get up. 

But that hour or so in between? That’s the bit that matters.

We stick the radio on.

Nothing fancy. Just a bit of background noise, voices, music, the world gently ticking along while I’m still half in sleep mode. It’s not about rushing. It’s about easing into the day without being smacked in the face by it.

I’ve found over the years—especially with how my brain works—that going from zero to full speed is a terrible idea. You end up frazzled before you’ve even had a coffee.

So instead, I lie there.

Listen.

Wake up slowly.

No pressure. No expectations. Just a quiet start with Mrs Bob, sharing that little pocket of calm before everything kicks off.

It’s not glamorous.

It’s not productive

But it works.

And sometimes, that’s more than enough.

Stay safe,
BC