What is the first thing you do every single day (I mean, after you hit the snooze button)?

Hey guys,

So for NaBloPoMo Day 9 I thought I would use today’s prompt provided by the organisers: What is the first thing you do every single day (I mean, after you hit the snooze button)? When did that step in your routine begin?



Having been woken up by ‘Claire’s dream’ from the House of Cards soundtrack, I browse the notifications on my phone. Usually, there’s a few from Instagram and Twitter, and a dozen or so from What’s App. I alway head to Instagram first. The visual aspect of it helps to gently engage my brain. I should really be jumping into the bathroom at this point but I like to think I have a few minutes grace. So I browse my Instagram feed, predominantly made up of landscapes, all kinds of mischief and fashion (this probably influences the outfit of the day and gets me revved to get on and get dressed!).

Twitter puts me back in touch with the world at large, bringing with it a few grunts and chuckles. Following a series of likes and retweets, I’m ready to push on with my day. This actually begins with zoning in on my daily life through What’s App. Most of my messages are from across the pond; friends I made in Toronto. Though it’s been over three months since I visited, these chats help keep my holiday alive. But then, with an update on London traffic from at least one of my friends, I’m reminded of the impending commute to work.

I’m also conscious that this is my first chance to message the special people in my life. I’ve often spent too long with everything else so I have to give this a miss. But the thoughts of those I’m fond of, they stay with me well beyond the morning routine and I’m able catch them during the course of the day.

I’m not sure exactly when this routine really took hold, but it’s been on going for at least a year. The inclination to What’s App  probably stretches back a few more years in fact.  I guess this is how social media and messaging has become a part of my morning ritual. Just as in days past one might have read the newspaper at breakfast. Or perhaps it was the years I lived alone which allowed this to evolve. The silence in the flat leading me to reach out to the world beyond my walls.

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