I’m Hunting Fear and Self-Doubt to Totally Reinvent My Morning Routine

I’ve realized I’ve become a prisoner to my morning routine.

The routine took years of honing; it’s incredible and has served me well (it was the foundation behind my memoir, “Blank Canvas”) these past few years.

But it no longer serves my long-term vision for myself and my life.

So, this morning, I broke it up and did things differently. I asked myself what I needed, and my body told me a short walk.

There was a beautiful sunrise, and fog sat heavy over the field, creating an effervescent glow, aliveness, and mystery.

The smell of salt water filled the air, reminding me that I’m living my dream of living on the coast.

It felt good to be outside; it felt good to move my body.

As I returned to my home, a voice began berating me,

“You’re making a mistake.”

“You’re screwing up your day.”

“You don’t have the time to do this.”

The statements may not be brutal, but my body and mind interpreted them as such.

Anxiety filled my chest and stomach, and I began to believe I was making a significant mistake and I’d screw up the rest of my day.