My Morning Routine (Neurospicy Edition)

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  1. Wake up.
  2. Think about 47 things at once.
  3. Forget coffee in the microwave.
  4. Put on shoes, then remember I’m still in pajamas.
  5. End up late… somehow.

If your mornings feel like a chaotic choose-your-own-adventure, you’re not alone!
It’s not that you’re bad at mornings, it’s that mornings are… a lot.
Especially when your brain wants to deep-dive into everything except what you’re supposed to be doing.

Here’s to the ones who make it out the door, mismatched socks and all.
You’re doing better than you think.

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