My Mornings Used to Be a Crime Scene
People are genuinely shocked when I tell them I used to get ready for work in ten minutes flat. Ten. They picture chaos. Mascara on the train. A piece of toast clenched between my teeth like a feral raccoon. But the truth is, those ten minutes were focused. I sacrificed makeup for a sleep in, but the skincare still happened. The affirmations still happened, quietly, in bed, before my feet hit the floor. The motivational playlist was still playing. Ten minutes wasn’t messy. It was lean.
These days, my weekday routine takes thirty minutes. The bones are exactly the same. Affirmations in bed. Gratitude while I do my skincare. The same playlist designed to make me feel like the main character. The difference is the additions. Fifteen minutes on the vibration plate. Red light therapy that makes me look like a very expensive rotisserie chicken. And a noisy little family of magpies who now expect breakfast and will absolutely complain if I’m running late. Twenty extra minutes. Same intention. Just more layered.
Weekends are a different animal entirely. Saturdays and Sundays, my routine stretches out like a cat in a sunbeam. Gentle wake up. Stretching. An extended skincare ritual that feels less like a chore and more like a séance. A foot soak. More red light. A solid sprint on the exercise bike, followed by the most deeply savoured cup of green tea known to woman. The pace changes because the day asks for something different. And I’ve learned to listen to that, instead of forcing my weekday routine onto a weekend brain that wants to drift.
Stop Copying Routines That Were Built for Different Brains
Here’s where most of us go wrong. We watch a tradwife on TikTok lemon water her way through a five am sunrise, and we think, right, that’s the answer. That’s the missing piece. If I just wake up at five and journal for an hour, my entire personality will reorganise itself into someone who has matching tea towels and never cries in the car. So we try. We last three days. We collapse. We blame ourselves.
But the routine wasn’t the problem. Copying someone else’s routine wholesale and expecting it to fit your brain is like buying someone else’s prescription glasses and being confused when the world looks blurry. Neurodivergent brains in particular need specificity. We don’t run on willpower. We run on novelty, sensory input, dopamine, and a tiny bit of chaos. A routine designed for a neurotypical morning person is going to feel like wearing a wool jumper in summer. Itchy. Wrong. Unsustainable.
Build the routine from your actual life backwards. What do you naturally reach for in the morning? What feels good? What feels grounding? What feels like a cruel and unusual punishment? Be ruthlessly honest. If meditation makes you twitch, don’t meditate. Stretch instead. If journalling makes your brain shut down, do voice notes. If lemon water makes you gag, drink something else. The goal isn’t to perform a routine. The goal is to build one that actually carries you through the morning without resenting your own life.
Stack Habits, Don’t Schedule Them
Time blocking is the kiss of death for a chaos brain. The second I see a routine that says 6.00am wake up, 6.05am hydrate, 6.10am gratitude practice, I want to crawl into the sea. My brain doesn’t work in five minute increments. It works in vibes, momentum, and whatever I happen to be standing near.
So instead of scheduling, I stack. Habit stacking just means attaching a new habit to something you’re already doing on autopilot. I do affirmations in bed because I’m already in bed. I practise gratitude while doing my skincare because my hands are busy and my brain has nothing else to chew on. I drink my green tea while standing at the window watching the magpies because I’m standing there anyway. Nothing requires a timer. Nothing requires discipline. The habits are glued to anchors that already exist.
This works because it removes the part where you have to make a decision. Decisions are expensive for a neurodivergent brain. Every choice point is a little gambling table where you might fold and end up scrolling on the couch for forty minutes wondering where your morning went. But when the habit is sewn onto something you already do, the choice disappears. You just brush your teeth and the gratitude comes with it. You just feed the cat and the protein shake follows. The momentum carries you, not your willpower.
Have a Weekday Version and a Weekend Version
One of the worst lies we’ve been sold is that a good routine has to be the same every single day. That you have to wake up at the same time, do the same things, in the same order, forever, like a little Roomba. That’s not a routine. That’s a prison sentence. And if you’ve got a neurospicy brain that craves variety, that level of sameness will have you abandoning the whole thing by Wednesday.
I have two versions of my morning. The weekday version is fast, focused, and built for someone who has to be functional in public. Thirty minutes, magpies, vibration plate, red light, skincare, out the door. Once I get to work, it’s beef broth and straight into the day, with a bougie matcha latte mid-morning as the reward I dangle in front of myself like a carrot in front of a tired donkey. It’s tight. It’s repeatable. It works because it has a hard stop, which is leaving the house.
The weekend version is slower and softer. Same elements, but stretched. More red light. More movement. A foot soak that takes as long as it takes. Green tea on the couch rather than at the kitchen bench. I’m not trying to be productive. I’m trying to be present. And giving myself permission to have two versions means I never feel like I’ve failed the routine. I’ve just switched modes. Your routine should bend around your life, not the other way around. A weekday brain and a weekend brain are not the same brain, and you don’t have to pretend they are.
Make It a Sensory Experience, Not a To Do List
The reason most routines fail isn’t laziness. It’s that they’re boring. They read like a chore list. Wake up. Hydrate. Stretch. Meditate. Eat. By the third day, your brain has clocked that this is just admin in a tracksuit, and it stages a quiet rebellion. You sleep in. You skip the stretch. You scroll instead. The routine collapses, and you blame yourself, when actually the routine just wasn’t interesting enough to hold a chaos brain hostage.
The trick is to make the routine sensory. Make it something your nervous system actually wants to do. Light a stick of incense while you’re getting ready. Put on a soundtrack that makes you feel like you’re walking into your own slow motion entrance. Use skincare that smells incredible. Feed the magpies and notice the noise they make when they see you coming. Stand on the vibration plate and feel your whole body buzz. The red light. The warm tea. The texture of the moisturiser. These aren’t extras. These are the entire point.
When your routine is something your senses look forward to, you stop needing willpower to do it. You wake up and your brain goes, oh, we get to do the nice morning thing now. You’re not dragging yourself through tasks. You’re following a thread of small pleasures that all happen to add up to a functional, grounded human being walking out the front door at the right time. That’s the whole game. Build a morning your nervous system actually wants. Then stop apologising for needing it to look the way it looks. Magpies and all.

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