If you’ve ever wondered what I’m like when the sun comes up, let me assure you: I am a card-carrying, official member of the Morning Person Club. No debate, no alarms needed, just an absolute devotion to the dawn. I thrive in that window between the moment the sky turns grey and the chaos of the world begins.

My routine is gloriously simple, almost laughably basic, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

The Sacred Startup Sequence

My entire day revolves around a few essential steps, starting with the most important ritual: the cup of coffee. It’s not a fancy espresso creation—just a warm, perfect, dark cup that acts as my personal startup sequence. It’s the quiet fuel I need to process the day ahead and spend that crucial, focused time with God before the world calls my name.

Once that fuel is downloaded, it’s all about the rhythm of the work day: I go to work, and I come back. That’s it. That is the entire plot of my Monday through Friday, and I love the predictable hum of it.

The Joy of Being an Introvert

Now, let’s talk about the evening. This is where my true nature reveals itself: I am a dedicated introvert.

I genuinely don’t understand the appeal of things that start at 10 PM. Clubbing? Staying out late? No, thank you. My definition of a wild Friday night is turning off my phone, putting my feet up, and maybe dominating a few virtual opponents in eFootball on my PS5 (pure strategic chaos, but in a quiet room, mind you).

The late-night scene, the crowds, the noise—that’s all energy I prefer to conserve. I recharge by being alone, by being thoughtful, and by preparing for the next morning’s quiet routine.

My routine might sound boring to some, but for me, it is the bedrock of my creativity, my faith, and my focus. I love the silence of the morning and the comfort of my home at night. It’s the simple life, and it’s where I get my best work done. I’m not missing out; I’m exactly where I need to be.